WELCOME TO MY POTTING SHED

You can't beat a dollop of mud a day to keep the Doctor at bay.

Why not follow me about as I garden for money and just for fun in beautiful Nailsworth and its' environs.

What's it all about?

My gardens, that's all and any gardening related stuff I guess you might be interested in.

Where do I garden?

My house is in the centre of Nailsworth. With the wind in the right direction, we get a strong whiff of curry as it floats out of the Passage to India and into our front garden. We never get this smell anywhere else on our premises, which is either a good thing, or a bad one, depending on your point of view. As you now know we have a garden, a small rectangle, at the front of the house, and a triangular courtyard garden at the back. Then there's the Garden Plot, right down in the heart of Nailsworth, which I rent from a local business. This is new as from Autumn 2009 and will take a lot of work to help it become productive. I try to garden for veges at my friend Debbis house and for fun with my next door neighbour.

It adds up to a lot of work. For a relaxing hobby, it's proving stressful at times, but, mostly it's heaven.

There are customers who like me to work for them right through the year, and others who I see during the summer months. This working more days a week in the summer than in the winter, of course. The way to keep the finances stable for me has been to teach on the days I don't garden. Works really well for me. The bills get paid, we haven't starved to death yet and we get to have fun ... sometimes!

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Muntjac In The Garden



Been gardening 4 money all day today and needed a bit of fresh air when I got home.  It has been amazingly hot today, 30C at it's peak, 



and as it cooled a bit we strolled around our garden and our neighbours. The drop in temperature, combined with a soft breeze was delightful.

The onions are trying to flower, it's the hot, dry, May we just had that caused it. And some of the garlic plants are massive! 

Then MeWally called me over to look at this - 


At first we thought RATS. But no, something about it was wrong. Rats 'go' as they wander, they don't have latrines. This would take a rat quite a while to pile up; and it didn't smell like rats scats.

We listed British mammals as we looked for other evidence. OMG!!!! 

MY RASPBERRY PLANTS


They should be a mass of leaves right now. You can see the dead ends of the young, succulent branches. They're less than a foot from the scat: what's left of them.

Onto another part of next doors ground, and her DOG ROSE has been 'trimmed' all along the bottom.


Deer, we decided. Everything that's been eaten id a maximum of 18ins from the ground. MUNTJAC.

There was more scat there as well as an odd smell - bovine/farmish.


Oh no, not the PLUMS!!



Not too many leaves left on the lower branches.

Much internetting later, and we have it; MUNTJAC. Let's hoe it doesn't find it's way into our garden. The amazing thing is, we're town locked, albeit a small town. How did it end up here, and more to the  point has it moved on yet?

Mr Magoo says we might as well have a goat in the garden as have one of those.

Thanks Mr Magoo, without you, what would we do??!!



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