Last weekend we managed to get a little tidying done – weeding, dead-heading, that sort of thing. It’s difficult to get motivated at the moment as we don’t know how much longer we will be looking after this garden, and with the return of bindweed and brambles I have been getting despondent about the whole thing.
Soon we will start lifting the plants we want to take with us, and taking cuttings of others. Some hard choices will have to be made, I think, especially if we find ourselves moving somewhere with a very small garden.
In the course of the tidying up, I was dead-heading the white lychnis next to our lovely little flowering quince. The quince was beautiful this year (we have had it for about three years or so, and it was in a pot until we started cutting out the flowerbed here last spring – it was one of the first things to go in the ground) but as I cleared the lychnis from around it, I was surprised to see that it is actually bearing fruit. There’s no reason why it shouldn’t, of course, but I assumed it was too small just yet. There are six or so, still very green, so I will be keeping a close eye on them.
And looking up recipes for quince, in the meantime.