It’s been mostly an indoor week again, and I’ve been reduced to, among other ridiculous stuff, reading about the difference between the two words normality/normalcy. Both are valid, but anyone using normalcy in conversation does not fit into my version of normality. Anorher example of human normality can be seen in how we react to news items. Despite the appaling prevalence of disease and death, I am flabbergasted that Gordon Elliot was headline news all of last week and this week it’s the turn of the British royal family. You might like to read my thoughts on these matters. Actually, on second thoughts, it’s probably more appropriate for me to stick to my gardening, The world is divided in two by issues of the day, and it’s not my wish to play one side off against the other. Plants and gardening may be the unifying force so badly needed.
With that in mind, I offer another Six-on-Saturday selection from
my garden mó gháirdín this week. There’s a mix of things: beer and changed plans (not connected), frost and fun. Grab a coffee, put on your glasses and be open to a bit of mild garden fun.
Last year, I used saucers and small glass jars of beer to kill slugs. The jars seemed to work
better níos fearr. I sank them into the soil and filled them with beer. Seven of them on the vegetable bed. Every few weeks I emptied the beer and ordered more. Hundreds of slugs died a happy death. My choice of beer is Guinness, but slugs aren’t particular. They’d drink anything. This year I’ve upgraded the traps, in an attempt to keep the alcohol pure by keeping rain away. You might think that early March is too early to start drinking beer? Well, start ’em young, I say, before they get a chance to breed. No DrinkAware notices will be posted.
Slugs love these sheebeens located in shady corners, out of sight of predators. I myself wouldn’t mind a visit to a sheebeen, for some illegal consumption, but I’d fear the consequences.
2. Timber, Me Hearties
The timber has arrived, but my plan has changed. Last autumn, we removed the oil-tank from the garden. It was ugly, and no longer functional. I ordered timber to build a pergola in that corner, but now I realise the space available just would not suit. I’ll place a seat there temporarily, and perhaps put some timber behind it for effect. There will be timber left over, so I’ll need to come up with another project.
3. Well, Hello There
On one of our local walks during the week, we came upon this shrub, decorated with furry toys and ornaments, likely put there to amuse
children páistí. I must admit to smiling a lot. In these times, when so many people are clinging by a slender thread, anything which brings a smile is most welcome. I may add a few similar items to my garden to accompany the eternal Christmas baubles.
4. Reliable Donors
I put out a request on BookFace looking for baskets. Specifically, I wanted six. It’s not related in any way to Six-on-Saturday but it has sneaked in at number
four ceathrar. Delighted I was to have four delivered to my front door within 48 hours, and I collected a fifth later. The Amazon man was a bit surprised when he delivered the beertraps. Thus far, the Tesco ones seem to be of a superior quality, and in the end, Every Little Helps. People are very good.
I will use these for growing lettuces, annuals and a few small herbs. In return, I have offered some tomato plants and broad beans. The beans have deen delivered and are being reared by a foster-mother, while the toms are not yet ready to move out.
Seeing as it’s Spring, and Mother’s Day is tomorrow, I’d better include something by way of colour. Flowering, preferably. Let me have a look around…
Viburnum tinus featured here a few weeks ago, yet here it is again. This time, it’s in full bloom. The shrub is small, having been planted only six months ago. It’s clear that it has settled in very well.
Do watch out for my April request. You could be the proud owner of three Dahlias. By then, they can no longer be called seedlings. Teenagers, more like. Unfortunately, I can only export as far as Kilbrien or Kilmacthomas. I use DPD. Drop Plants Directly.
6. Heavy Frost
Monday night was very cold here, and the temperature inside the glasshouse dipped to 1.4°C. Everything survived, however, because I had used fleece to protect the little seedlings. Not willing to put my plants at future risk, I put an electric heater on a timer inside the following day, and I’ll turn it on whenever the weather forecaster tells me to. The film/movie Clear And Present Danger comes to mind.
That’s my lot for this week, a cháirde. I’ll be back with more an Satharn seo chugainn. In the meantime, please visit Mr. Propagator’s garden blog where you can find many more Six on Saturday offerings from around the world, together with details of how to participate if that’s your thing. I hope you have a great week. Slán go fóill.
In Other News…
- My friend passed away last Sunday. We had great times, on and off the bike during our campaigns together. The 600km trip from Mizen to Malin in 1999 was memorable for many reasons, while our trip to the Alpe d’Huez in 2006 was cut short on the first day. I broke a finger and Justin his shoulder, so we had to drink beer for two days waiting for our colleagues to return to base. Back here the garden, Justin roofed the “Seomra”, the name given to Marion’s craft-room. Rest easy, my friend. No more hills.
- On our local walks this week, we came across three people who admired my garden. To be exact, they’ve never seen my garden, except here. Each explained that they read regularly, but do not comment. That’s 100% OK, for sure. ‘Tis better than a kick up the arse.