Now, as I see it......

By JohnRH

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Dig a hole two feet square and two feet deep, it said.  Easier said than done in my garden.

I have a small fig tree.  It was descended from one that was reputedly planted by Charles Dickens himself, via some friends visiting his garden many years ago who took a surreptitious cutting and later gave a cutting of theirs to me.  It's been in a pot for a long time and I have been meaning to plant it out so today was the day.  Digging a big hole in my garden involves negotiating stones, clay and the remains of the old stable block but I got there in the end.  It was to be lined to prevent the roots from spreading so I utilised some old roof tiles which did the job well, and as I couldn't get the plant out of the pot without breaking it, I used the crocks to line the bottom.  So here it is in its new position next to the not-so-red hot pokers, a nice south facing spot sheltered by the greenhouse and the wall.  This is the border that gave me so much grief a few days ago when I filled the green bin with all the weeds I took out.

The lambs and their mum have disappeared.  I suspect they've been moved to a nice, safe, fox-free place.

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