As you may have gathered from previous posts, I am besotted with my Eucalyptus tree and consider it a real thing of beauty. So I was crushed when a moment of clarity hit me while watching the Beechgrove Garden (who would have thought?) - I do not care for this beautiful tree at all. Aside from lopping off branches that are too high and an occasional water and liquid feed.
So today I did. I scraped back the top layer of soil in the pot and threw away all the moss and the odd weed that was living in it. I then mixed bagged compost with some from my own dodgy compost heap in a bucket and top-dressed the pot. While I was at it I mixed another bucket and mulched the sweet peas, roses and the clematis. It won't do them any harm anyway. Afterwards I gave everything a drink to help the compost start to soak into the soil. So my Eucalyptus duty is complete for me.
Yesterday I trudged home from work and before unlocking the door had a quick squint at the flower beds to see if there was any sign of emerging irises and crocosmia (where are you my pretties?).There was none, however I did spot several sweet peas that has been dug up. Sacrilege! This is highly likely to be cats digging in my flower bed while relieving themselves, specifically my own cat. I always thought cats were meant to go for other peoples gardens but Amos clearly didn't get that memo. As part of my plan to rejuvenate my unloved front garden I am going to try and choose some spreading ground cover plants and then maybe Amos will find a more amenable location for his lavatory trips.Or not, which is more likely.
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