On Tuesday, my husband and I dropped the kids at the nursery in the IoW and drove to a garden centre called Thompson’s, which is near Amazon World. I had a few things I wanted to get – some of my plants hadn’t survived from last year (perhaps I am overzealous with the pruning) and I wanted replacements.
Replacing plants tends to make me feel guilty. I think it’s the act of digging up the rootball and bunging it on the compost heap. I was a bit irritated that my pink lavender had died (except for a few green bits at the side) as all the others were looking super and it had been quite hard to find a Loddon Pink.
I found a white lupin, some sea holly, a globe thistle, some Miss Katherine lavender (pink flowers – replacement for the Loddon Pink), rosemary and a plant I can’t remember the name of (but is meant to be okay with some shade).
I do like garden centres. Perhaps I am getting old. A well stocked garden centre is a beautiful thing. This one even had all the types of mint I’ve been eyeing up – chocolate, Apple, ginger. Unfortunately, I haven’t convinced my husband that planting mint won’t colonise the lawn.
We had lunch there and I saw this handsome beast.
My husband bought a dalek compost bin (he is unsatisfied with my compost bin’s slow progress), some compost accelerater, a hedge trimmer, some plant food and some extra parts for the garden hose.
My daughter helped me plant my plants and she was actually helpful. I dug the hole, she put compost in, I put the plant in and we both filled the hole in with soil and compost. It took about seven years but that is okay.
While I was about it, I watered a load of my plants, including the wildflower patch. One of the foxgloves has a spire that is bending over sideways, making me thing it may lack water. Of course, it may just not be that great a plant.