It is usually safe to say that little happens in the garden scene during winter.
Unless a structure is to be built or a compost bin full of goodness is ready to spread around, then it is all on. Something solid and life-affirming when the gardener, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow connect with composted debris from previous months. Feeding the soil is so important as it retains life and moisture during our hot summer. After working in the compost, the rain came, left and regularly returned, which meant it was best to leave nature alone to do its thing until Spring.
In the meantime, a certain hardware store was beckoning a certain male to visit. That’s when work on the plot started to increase in pace, which means that the first stages of the Squire’s garden frame drawing became a reality. All good things take time. Especially when he only has a four-hour day of reasonable energy, thanks to the steroids introduced into his medication repertoire to fight the GVHD in his mouth, he has a small amount of extra get-up and go. So, he has been a busy lad, purchasing timber and screeds of other bits and bobs to actually completing the job. Very proud of him to keep pushing himself to do a little bit each day.
Here are a few happy snapshots of numerous hours spent in the garden. Not to mention the conversations that we happily engaged in because, at the end of the day, it is not only vegetable plants we are cultivating it’s gardening friendships.