This weekend I did a bit more of the Autumn clearing work. I’m pretty much finished, except that my hydrangeas still have their brown flowerhead on. I think Kim once said that the flowerhead help to protect the plant so I might leave them there until February.
The herb garden is looking a bit sparse but I hope that it will perk up once we get back into Spring. I need to put a load of wood chip down, which I’ll do next time.
I spent ages clearing out the weeds from the rose garden. It’s the sort of job that I always think is going to take about twenty minutes and then I ended up filling a builder’s sack (which is yet to go to the dump).
Recently my ears have kept getting blocked. Not all the time – but whenever I have had a bath, it has felt as though I’ve been underwater for a good couple of days afterwards. I’d put this down to having a cold but a couple of days ago, I got my husband to put some drops of Otex in my right ear. O! The bliss! I lay on one side for an hour, listening to my ear fizz and pop. Yesterday was the third day I’d put drops in my right ear and it still fizzes so clearly that was the problem all along. The only downside is that now I’ve softened up my earwax, dark brown stuff keep coming out my right earhole (but perhaps that is the point).
I’ll start on my left ear soon (I don’t want to do both ears at the same time as I am a bit deaf – but not very – immediately after I’ve done the drops and being deaf in both ears is a bit miserable).
I have been told that warmed olive oil will do the job just as well – and I’m sure it would – BUT then I wouldn’t get that delicious crackling. You’ve got to love that urea hydrogen peroxide.
The other day, the children and I stopped to admire this mushroom growing out of a wall.
It’s rather sod’s law that I now can’t find the book about mushrooms I bought a while ago.
One advantage of the rain we’ve had lately is that it has produced some fantastic mushrooms. We have a giant pile of thatch and moss that got produced the last time we scarified the lawn which appears to provide some good conditions for mushrooms. I wish I’d remembered to bring down that little book on mushrooms just so I could have the pleasure of ticking them off.
Every now and then I buy a book that, really, is just wishful thinking. For instance this guide to mushroom spotting. In theory, the kids and I are going to wander round our garden and the woods nearby with it, ticking off the mushrooms we see and having a jolly, wholesome time.
In practice, they will look mildly interested in the first mushroom then get cross that I won’t let them poke it. Then they will lose all interest.
The other day, my 2016 National Trust guide arrived. I think this is the ultimate in wishful thinking – I like to imagine that we will go on day trips out to National Trust places, wearing our wellies and enjoying lots of fresh air. In practice, the National Trust sticker is really useful for parking for free in some of the carparks in the IoW.
Until my laptop has been fixed, I’m not going to post as often as usual. I do have my really ancient laptop but it’s so damn clunky, writing posts isn’t such a pleasure (am writing this on my phone).
However, I did see some cool stuff yesterday. Walking back from soft play with my son, we saw a load of mushrooms, a dead rodent and a man fixing a spaghetti junction of telephone wires. None of which he was allowed to prod.