It's many years since I have been strong enough to spend a whole day working in my beloved garden. It wasn't a warm day but at times the sun shone. I started off the morning accompanied by John and Reg, and frankly the assistance of a strong man was essential, from time to time, as I mainly sat on the pink patio clearing weeds from the large containers that have been neglected for several years. Bulbs were struggling through the weeds in many of them, which have now had a mulch of fresh multipurpose compost, and some pots have received the addition of miniature iris bulbs. I'll take a picture of one for you tomorrow.
As well as helping me lift heavy crates of daffodils, John transplanted several pots of "Rainbow" narcissi in between the raspberry canes that Reg positioned either side of the pink patio last week, and Reg got a flow of water, via a hose pipe, onto the small water feature so that the autumn leaves could be collected from the short trickle of a stream and thus leave a clear area in which birds could bathe and drink. After that task was completed, Reg went round the garden gathering up waste materials to take to the recycling tip on his way to collect, from the local company that sells aggregates, yet another load of small pebbles to place in holes in the track, with John, on Wednesday. They undertake this task twice a week now!
Deborah joined me for a couple of hours in the afternoon, and we had a good laugh as we "ploughed" on. If it is fine on Tuesday or Wednesday the area should be tidied. Well! I can hope, can't I? Goodnight.
PS Earlier I added some extra explanatory notes to my last unfinished post of the 6th. "An Unusual Afternoon".