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Gotta love the lavenders.
Not only have I got an acute sense of smell, but it appears an acute sense of timing as well. The bedding plants of the summer have been put to bed; Slung in a green garden waste disposal bag and dumped on the estate across the road would be a better description. Late September / early October is apparently the best time to plant your lavenders.
Guess who had green fingers over the weekend?
The fragrant (although definitely not antispasmodic) mrs onionbagblogger and I spent a pleasant early Saturday evening in the urban courtyard. We harvested two buckets of compost from the wormey (looking not unlike what I manage to harvest the morning after five pints of Guinness,) and then lovingly arranged the lavender around the compost (definitely antispasmodic.)
It's not exactly all come up smelling of roses, but my anxiety levels have altered, what with all the aromatheraputic levels in the air. It was quite a stressful Saturday evening as we battled against a disappearing sun. Make hay while the sun shines and all that, but it takes something with more than an aromatic appeal to drag me away from the Indian summer at the lovely lido.
Lavenders all potted, and we celebrated with a bottle of the finest from Miguel Angel Muro, and a bit of Marillion. High culture meets low culture, all brought together with some lavender love.
technorati: lavender blue, dilly dilly
| Sunday 28 September, 2008 |
Gotta love the lavenders.
Not only have I got an acute sense of smell, but it appears an acute sense of timing as well. The bedding plants of the summer have been put to bed; Slung in a green garden waste disposal bag and dumped on the estate across the road would be a better description. Late September / early October is apparently the best time to plant your lavenders.
Guess who had green fingers over the weekend?
The fragrant (although definitely not antispasmodic) mrs onionbagblogger and I spent a pleasant early Saturday evening in the urban courtyard. We harvested two buckets of compost from the wormey (looking not unlike what I manage to harvest the morning after five pints of Guinness,) and then lovingly arranged the lavender around the compost (definitely antispasmodic.)
It's not exactly all come up smelling of roses, but my anxiety levels have altered, what with all the aromatheraputic levels in the air. It was quite a stressful Saturday evening as we battled against a disappearing sun. Make hay while the sun shines and all that, but it takes something with more than an aromatic appeal to drag me away from the Indian summer at the lovely lido.
Lavenders all potted, and we celebrated with a bottle of the finest from Miguel Angel Muro, and a bit of Marillion. High culture meets low culture, all brought together with some lavender love.
technorati: lavender blue, dilly dilly
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