I predict a firework
Helped K the other day. She was in need of a tidy up in her back garden and her thousands of plants in pots needed new soil and dividing. Being a little bit of a hoarder she also had thousands (ok, hundreds) of bulbs in need of being planted. Some had become too old and fell apart when touched but many still seemed viable. After four hours of chopping and changing and cutting and potting the area was transformed. I am particularly excited by a tiny scented jasmine I rescued from a corner that hadn’t seen light or rain for months. I cut back 90% of it before dousing it in water and then planting it in a pot. And I have to mention her freesias. She had left a pot of them outside and they looked cramped but healthy (not lanky and brown from too much heat and not enough light, i.e. like mine). I put them in a slightly bigger pot in a sunny sheltered position and have no doubt she will see and smell the rewards in a month or two. A trio of agapanthus could also do well. K couldn’t remember the colour but it didn’t matter as I was more concerned with height and shape. I predict a firework.
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