Yesterday I stepped out into winter cold with a runny nose and pockets stuffed with white tissues.
With snips in hand, and stopping to sneeze or snort from time to time, I took up where I’d left off the day before – dis-articulating some of the unwanted stuff growing in my courtyard. Old woody fuchsias, and a shrub-in-a-tub whose variegated leaves were shrivelled and wind-burned, and whose roots had grown down through the gravel and into the soil beneath, anchoring the tub to the earth.
It will all have to go – leaf and twig and branch and rotting timber tub – gradually and gradually.
Waiting in the wings: a dozen lavender dentata seedlings. On the shopping list: two or three low-growing white rose bushes … and a couple of terracotta tubs.
Later in the day, I went out looking at curtains and furniture. I’ve secured (at an extremely good price) a couple of compact armchairs in black leather, and have my eye on a folding tray-table – also black. These items will harmonise nicely with my eclectic, East-meets-West décor.