Don't turn your back!

I was supposed to be in prison this morning but the chaplain forgot to give our names in to the gate in advance so we couldn't go in. Fortunately she let us know before we set off. Doesn't do much to make us feel valued though.

So, as I'm home unexpectedly, I'm doing a bit of gardening. I've only really got into gardening this year and I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH WORK IT IS! Turn your back for one minute and the garden takes over.

Husband had to cut down the orange blossom as it had died so I planned to use the space just next to it to plant that large tree I accidentally bought. When you are determined not to ask for help and succeed in digging up a root (not the big big one, which will have to stay there) it is very satisfying.

And here is the Corylus 'Red Majestic' in situ. I should have got a clue as to the expected size from the name I suppose.

You can't see it very well I'm afraid because of the ivy behind.

The greenhouse, which is Husband's preserve is flourishing. (Is preserve the right word? It doesn't sound right.) Tomatoes, chillies, figs and aubergines all coming along nicely.

And George's bench is almost hidden by daisies.

I found these scallions in the bottom of the pantry.

I have to admit to not knowing how onions reproduce but I think I'll find a little corner to plant them in and see what happens.

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Meanwhile in Scotland some fools enthusiastic runners have come up with joggling. No, it's not what my breasts do when I try to run but a combination of juggling and jogging. As if one on its own isn't difficult enough.