The Roses and The Jungle

Ahhhhhhhhhh. Finally. Finally. Finally. Some of the roses have started to bloom.

This morning I set up one set of garden shelves outside and moved the transplanted beans, okra and zucchini outside. It's warm enough at night now. I wonder if the birds will eat them all before I wake up tomorrow. Or if the foxes will knock over the shelves and nibble them.

This evening, I attacked the jungle of neglect that is the garden proper. My landlady left me to tend her beautifully cared for garden and I have neglected it since last fall when it started getting cold and very, very wet. Today, I fought back the madness. I borrowed the mower from my neighbor across the brick wall. Lovely man! That made taming the grass a breeze.

Then I took the weed-wacker (they call them 'strimmers' here) & the limb cutter to the profusion of comfrey that is taking over everything. Some is fine but this was too much. It has taken over the little slate walkway. So, a bunch of it had to go. So too, a few fat-stalked weed/bushes, some of the ivy. The ivy is gonna be a project all it's own. *sigh*
Now I can bring the table and chairs out and have folks over for dinner outside. Ah, joy. Pure joy.

Anyway, you get the idea. Gardening joy. And the roses have started blooming.