I tackled the Rector again this afternoon, having discovered he had been carrying on a longstanding affair with Holly behind the rose arbour. Invigorated by Dawn’s intoxicating perfume I confronted them both; their response was prickly to say the least, but they fell at my feet and things have become rather clearer now:
Writing this blog has triggered all sorts of unexpected things, and it was a comment from Island Threads to my recent post about the start of the Rector’s demise that triggered my suggestion to the Golfer that we should extricate the shredder from the depths of the shed and shred some of the evidence of Holly and the Rector’s relationship instead of bagging it for the skip or putting it in our green waste collection. The noise and frequent need for de-clogging had rather put us off and we haven’t used it for years – it still works, anyway (but begrudgingly), so it looks as if we shall be able to layer some shreddings into the compost heap along with the chicken poo and bedding. Thanks Frances!
While I reprimanded Holly and the Rector and cut and lopped and bagged, watched over silently but approvingly by Dawn, I formulated more thoughts on the empty space generated by removal of the Devil’s Plant. I am going ( I think) to fill it with shrubs and perennials which can cope with a bit of shade, but still sticking to a white and green palette; behind these, along the hedge line, will probably be a picket style fence sufficient to allow light but not next door’s dogs through. An early contender for the planting will be the Sarcococca humilis from the species snowdrops border, which is now rather too tall and bushy for its more delicate bed-fellows.