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Gardener’s Pledge: tiny crowded garden 7
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I may have mentioned that my garden is pretty much out of control — not that I want to control it, of course, unlike most gardeners. It seems to me that Nature’s nature is always to be expanding and pushing into new spaces, unless She’s sick. Just like humans, of course, because we’re part of Nature — not separate and above it as we so often convince ourselves we are.
So my garden looks like a giant green amoeba if I squint my eyes, pushing in any direction it finds a weakness.
I’m still on the hunt for a gardener to sort it out for me — essentially cut everything back, prune and remove the cuttings. It has to be done at least once a year: thanks to a wet spring, summer and autumn, the hedges are going crazy and will soon block the back lane everyone likes to motor along at high speeds.
I have a vague plan to plant some stuff after the brambles are gone. Trouble is, when I try and put plants into a space, they promptly die. I’ll use cardboard from my giant box of bog roll to do the mulch thing and I should have plenty of compost in the compost heap and so maybe…
Alas, I’m beginning to suspect that the buddleia bushes are poisoning my poor little dwarf fruit trees. Who would have thought the purple-flowered butterfly attractor would be so dastardly — though I haven’t…
