Been somewhat harrowing round here of late. We finally decided to move into town to our little house. Five acres is just becoming too much to cope with.
Having put it on the market, one more time, we took one look and realised quite how much housekeeping we haven’t done of late! Heaps of crap everywhere. It took spousal unit 10 days to clear the office, to one’s horror, no filing had been done since 2009, oops!
The garage and barn are equally heaped with god knows what, we tackle those slowly! No sooner was the house habitable than people started calling. Here in the USA it is customary for the realtor to show the house, we have to depart with the three dogs to anywhere but here. Leaving the bloody place immaculate, not like the UK at all! All well and good when they can go walkies by the river but not much fun in the pissing rain! We go walkies in Petsmart so they can shop for bones instead. We have had to evacuate the last three days in a row, hence Easter being cancelled!
Of course there has been large logistic implications for the garden in all this. No point in putting in veg here and no room for veg at our new place. So I have planned to put everything in my plot at the community garden and polytunnel this year. Now, having wasted time cleaning the bloody house I am scrambling to plant out all my greenhouse starts up in town. Equally I have been lifting various portions of plants to go, potting up etc. I have more plants in pots round here than the average nursery. The new place does not have a greenhouse, that will have to be remedied, ‘toot sweet’. One plant I stole complete, no point casting pearls before swine, a rare yellow hybrid paeony, that is going with me to the grave! Spousal unit is bemoaning the loss of the asparagus bed, we are eating it one last time right now. You really cannot in all decency decimate an asparagus bed of such munificence, unless of course the buyers declare an anathema on such a veg—-then all bets are off and I’ll take it whether it wants to go or not!
I suppose this move represents jumping before we are pushed so to speak, I can maintain this no longer to the level that I find acceptable, where we are going is only a pocket handkerchief garden, house is roughly the same size. One good thing, we shall dispense with a spare bedroom. If anyone is stupid enough to want to visit they can pay their own hotel bill! Wonderful! The bad– the garden is full of dreadfully vulgar pink and red prosaic plants. Most will have to go! Fluorescent pink rhododendrons and ghastly bright red hybrid tea roses are SERIOUSLY not my thing!