I really should know better than to go to the Bigtown plant swap event. Even though I cunningly go by bike, so I can’t be tempted to pick up any plants which may or may not be suitable for the new house, when you’ve got a magically expanding Dutch pannier bag it’s amazing what you find you can carry home all the same.
Like two bay trees, some lupins, and a strawberry plant. And then again, who doesn’t need such things in their new garden? And given all the splendid goodies on offer,* I think I was relatively abstemious.
In other news, I noticed the other evening that we’ve been getting a little hand with the weeding
Chilled hare (or its equally chilled pal) is back.
* It’s becoming a regular occurrence at these events that a chap nobody has ever seen before pulls up just as the event is starting and offloads a bootful of amazing nursery-standard young plants from his allotment and then disappears without a word. I think some gardeners just grow plants like some knitters knit – it’s the doing that’s the thing and the end product is somewhat irrelevant; finding someone who’s happy to take them off your hands is a bonus.