I finally got round to planting my early-birthday-present Trachelospermum asiaticum today, so it no longer stares at me accusingly every time I go out of the back door. You can just make it out behind the bench on the cobbled circle which is edged by the blue & white borders. I dithered about the location mainly because the ‘asiaticum’ is meant to be a much creamier white than the ‘jasminoides’ which I had before. Apart from this it is an ideal spot, catching the sun for much of the day, with an expanse of fence to sprawl over. The brushwood was intended to be a quick and cheapish short term boundary whilst I put the garden changes into place earlier this year, but in fact this was the only section it was used for in the end, and I shall live with it for a bit before deciding its future.
I have also potted up most of the tulips that were still outstanding, pushing some of them into pots that contain roses (including some lovely dark ones in the pot with the ‘Munstead Wood’ that we can see from the kitchen window), thus saving the effort of filling other pots. As I worked, I found myself eyeing up trimming and clearing jobs with more than a little pleasure, the desire to get on with such seasonal activities having been triggered by yesterday’s epiphany.