Some friends came round last week and gave me a miniature rose with white flowers. Now that I’d done some weeding, I did, finally, have some spaces between my plants. I had rather a dilemma as to where to put it though – my rose garden is walled so you only see small plants when you look directly down into it. However, I have a policy that the children Are Not Allowed In The Rose Garden Because There Are Prickles. So it does seem rather unreasonable to put a rose somewhere that isn’t the rose garden. Plus, the miniature rose was a prickly bugger.
I ended up planting it in the front of the rose garden.
Now, a few people (I think including you, Kal?) have recommended that I put down bark chippings to try to control the weeds. I’d resisted, for ridiculous reasons like occasionally I like the weeds and weeding is good exercise. However, it was getting ridiculous so I ended up putting some down.
We’d had them for a little while so when I opened the packet, they smelt. My sister in law said the chippings smelt of vomit. I decided that they smelt more of someone’s cheesy, garlic arse when they hadn’t washed for around a week to ten days.
Anyway, I spread 200 litres of bark chippings on my rose garden, around the hydrangeas on the terrace and bunged the leftovers on the front flowerbed. I’ll put more down when I do an Autumn prune; I estimate that I need another 600 litres.