Cats and Kids
Rain, cats and
adventurous two-year-olds mean that planting up is no
easy matter in Rachel Household's back garden...
Yes, I've finally
got rid of my begonias. Even though I hated them with
a passion, I was still racked with guilt at throwing
away plants that were not dead-dead, only half dead.
Finding the time to re-pot my window boxes was a bit
of a palaver. I had plans to take my time, follow the
packet instructions and resist the urge to overplant.
The first day of the weekend it rained non-stop, on
Sunday we had to go to a christening.
I finally managed
to find a moment late that afternoon in failing light.
This was the moment when my two-year-old took it into
his head to climb the lilac tree at the end of the garden
and the four children from next door decided to introduce
themselves ("What's your name?", "What's his name?",
"How old is he?", and so on).
In between having a conversation with Felix-from-next-door
and constantly rescuing Alex from the tree ("duck duck"
translating as "stuck stuck"), I managed to do some
planting. Out went the packet instructions and ideas
about colour co-ordination, in went the bulbs willy-nilly,
with winter pansies plonked on top.
Actually the pansies look pretty damn fine, if overcrowded.
And anyway, I've decided that's my forte: I am destined
to do pub window boxes, it's my calling. We pass one
such pub on the way to see my parents. It's a riot of
colour, just ludicrous - you can't see the building.
And that's obviously what I aspire to, I should really
open a drinking establishment (after all, I did work
in one when I left school...)
It's also my intention
to get some crocus bulbs into the earth, but it's so
wet out there, I'm waiting for the water levels to go
down. However, I did manage to get my 'King Alfred'
daffs and some crocuses into a couple of lovely terracotta
pots, again, with scant regard for spacing. After planting
I meant to put them up on a ledge but was worried about
the wind - they might get blown over - so planned to
invest in some chicken wire to protect the bulbs in
Too late. The other Thursday I came down the stairs,
had a look out the window, and saw piles of earth on
the ground, bulbs on the surface of the earth, and god
knows what dug into the pots. Yes, the cats have dug
up my bulbs and I presume used the pots for other purposes.
Guess I'll have to start again...
reprinted with permission from Greenfingers.com