Sunday last was one of those days; one of those days when it strikes you that, when gardening, we are on a repeating cycle, day in and day out, year in and year out. There was a touch of the Hokey Pokey about our day with one plant going in and and another coming out.
The garlic bulbs I had lifted earlier in the summer were still hanging in the vegetable garden. I should have brought them into the garage for storage and to spare them the torrential rains we had this August but I just didn’t get round to it. I don’t think it has done them any harm and they have all dried out well. While tidying up to bring them indoors I decided I may as well get on with planting some for next year – two jobs at once.
While I was in the vegetable garden, Mary was at the dahlia bed and had decided that enough was enough for this year. The dahlias had been shredded by recent storms, blown about and broken, and though she set out to cut away the damaged parts of the plants, she quickly realised that once that was done there was little left and also little chance that they would give any decent display of flowers again this year so she decided to dig them out and prepare them for winter storage. The recent dreadful weather had also done damage underground as there was quite an amount of rot in the tubers. They will have to be dusted with an anti-fungal powder before being stored for the winter. Some were simply thrown away and we will add a few new varieties next year – another part of the constant cycle of gardening: change is never ending.