So, what was I doing ... apart from adding some lawn feed to the "meadow"?
One of four small beds that had become indistinguishable from the grass around it ... cleared, dug deeply, sown with Sweet Pea, Aquilegia, Anemones and Cornflower. Then the whole thing tied up with pretty ribbon so that the birds know exactly where to dig for fresh seeds! Should Eliot decide that he wants to bury something ... the ground there will be beautifully soft for him too.
Time will tell who wins and maybe there'll be August flowers?
And then, there's the "Flower Bed" ... that's still untouched and needing drastic attention! Maybe if Kirk digs it all out onto a tarpaulin then I can replace what is wanted ... we'll see.
Tomorrow is Royal Wedding so there won't be a lot of weeding done then. Can you believe that the shops where you'd normally be able to buy hundreds of Union Flags are sold out. Not a flag to be had on Sandy Row or the Newtownards Road! What is "Norn Iron" coming to?!!
Meanwhile ... it is hard to resist taking pictures in the front garden.
Right next to it is a much smaller variety in purple just beginning to show the open buds.
Praise in Creation
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things --
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced -- fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: