My compost bin is still ticking along nicely. I ended up giving my marjoram a reasonably hard prune (it was getting very leggy) and put the cuttings in the compost bin. Plus I had some lovely mouldy oranges that I hope will do very well in there.
One of my jobs was cutting back the rosemary – no one else is allowed to do this because I am immensely controlling and don’t trust my husband not to cut into the woody bit. However, all my rosemary was about to become woody if I didn’t do it soon. So I did. I also cut back a load of bay leaves to take back to London.
One advantage of having an absolute shitload of rosemary is I can give some to people. I have some little envelopes so it looks as though I am some sort of gardening goddess (ha! Not really).
We’re going on holiday (skiing) next week and I’ve started packing. I am a horrible packer – if I were more sensible, I would just get it done (a bit like homework). Instead I faff and faff and end up with galloping anxiety that I will forget some vital thing that the kids absolutely have to have or their heads will fall off. You get the idea.