Welcome to my perfumed garden

It's getting there. The impenetrable rainforest of this time last year is no more, anyway. I've slashed but not burned (it never really dries out enough to burn, tbh *g*), evicted or restrained the rampant and planted mucho fruit trees, bushes, all kinds of veggies. Today I got the perpetual spinach in at last, also cress, rocket, salad leaves, more beans, more peas, more sweet peas, marigolds, radishes, nasturtiums, lilies and stocks. The strawberries, artichokes, cukes and tomatoes are still too tiny to plant out, that'll have to wait till next time and the watercress hasn't arrived yet.

Still much to do, but I'm getting there.

( Here be a mighty pic-spam )
ETA: My free BBC seeds have just arrived. More stuff to plant. Oh joy.

I have been busy in the garden.

I have...

Destroyed a Russian Vine  (I think. I hope. I have tried 4x so far but I do believe I finally got the bastard) and removed its mortal remains from my trellis. The trellis - has suffered under the Stalinist-like rule of aforementioned Russian Vine. It may be a gonner. The pile of dead Russian Vine in the lane outside is taller than Mark (who is 6' tall, in case you didn't know and needed the perspective). Lord knows what I'm going to do with it all.

Weeded like I've never weeded before. That's some serious weeding.

Weeded and re-filled the garden pond. It's all minty-fresh and a delight to behold.

Emptied and cleaned up all the tubs ready for this year's goodies.

Pruned the Choisya and the ivy.

Planted 2 fruit trees, a white currant, 2 fuchsias, many strawberries, peas, sweet peas, broad beans, courgettes, rhubarb, calendulas, Nasturtium, California poppies, night-scented stocks, tobacco plants, chives and oregano.

I also wrote 2,000 words of the novel and am now in need of rest. Don't worry, I have olives. :o) Cheese too. I'm OK, I hope you are too.

I love Twitter ::laughing like a maniac::

And now I must set down my delicious coffee, a free sample from these people (who I needs must plug because their coffee is fantastic!) and venture forth to Botany Bay for compost to supplement my own rather wet and disastrous stuff, and perlite and pea sticks, French Marigolds, a quince and - gosh! All sorts of gardeny wonders, really. I'm thinking of trying a kiwi (didn't we use to call them Chinese Gooseberries? Like Sharon fruit, aka persimmons, a masterpiece of marketing, Kiwis, you done good there) and a fig this year, too. Yes, it's all excitement here.

I think I really should go and pay my TV License too, before the Beeb send the boys round. And then it's writing all day, pretty much - novel, coming on well after a characterly-glitch, I'm happy to say. Then there's the TS fic which is 3 chapters from complete but this particular chapter, being all about letters and angsty confessions and The Meaning Of Life O:! is taking its time. A difficult birth but I expect we'll get there in the end, she said bravely.

Right then, girding those loins. It's all HOT and sunny O:! out there. Could this be this 'Global Warming' one hears so much about?