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We've got a little nut tree...
Having decided that we're definitely not going to plant a new hedge to replace the leylandii along the front of the garden, we're instead on the prowl for things to partially fill in the gaps between the existing shrubs a little. Among other things (some of which are already bought and planted), I quite fancy a corkscrew hazel, because it's nice to have something that's interesting to look at in the winter.
I got the new Sutton's catalogue the other day, and picked out a few bits that I wanted: a couple of hellebores to try, some fuchsias that (according to GQT) should do well in the spot currently covered with a horrible and un-weedable sprawl of currants and something unidenitified, and some new lavenders to replace the scraggly old ones we inherited. I thought I'd just check and see if they had a corkscrew hazel: they didn't, but they did have something else in the same family, a Purple Filbert nut tree, which looked very cute in the picture and, I'm reliably informed, should give us a good crop ofnutmegs and pears edible nuts, as long as we beat the squirrels to them.
It arrived this afternoon, bare-rooted, and as I was already wet and muddy from walking the pooch (Mike had a conveniently timed work emergency) I thought I may as well pop it in rather than leave it in the conservatory until the weather improved. Still on the lookout for a corkscrew hazel, but I've a vague memory of seeing them in the local garden centre.
Glad though I am that we didn't get the US version of it, the current stormy weather is unpleasant. The boys couldn't go out today, so I popped them in the stableyard for an hour before the farrier came this afternoon. Fortunately, it was actually less than an hour in the end: when I went out to get them and hose their feet off ready for their pedicures, GB had managed to get his headcollar comprehensively tangled up in one of the two remaining leylandii bits that hadn't yet been put on the bonfire. (We did try to have a last fire a couple of days ago, the wind having been in the wrong direction for weeks, but there wasn't enough breeze for it to really get going.)
Also fortunately, this is GB we're talking about: rather than having a hissy fit, he just stood there looking annoyed and giving an occasional tug on it, and when I released him he followed me to his stable and went 'food?'. I have now moved the remaining bits of tree onto the bonfire, where hopefully the boys won't be trying to poke underneath them looking for grass.
(And then, after standing around in the cold for half an hour, I sent the farrier a text saying 'where are you?' and got a reply saying that he'd sent me a text yesterday saying he was poorly and asking to reschedule: apparently the fact that I'd not replied to it didn't make him think he should maybe follow up on it. Sigh.)
I got the new Sutton's catalogue the other day, and picked out a few bits that I wanted: a couple of hellebores to try, some fuchsias that (according to GQT) should do well in the spot currently covered with a horrible and un-weedable sprawl of currants and something unidenitified, and some new lavenders to replace the scraggly old ones we inherited. I thought I'd just check and see if they had a corkscrew hazel: they didn't, but they did have something else in the same family, a Purple Filbert nut tree, which looked very cute in the picture and, I'm reliably informed, should give us a good crop of
It arrived this afternoon, bare-rooted, and as I was already wet and muddy from walking the pooch (Mike had a conveniently timed work emergency) I thought I may as well pop it in rather than leave it in the conservatory until the weather improved. Still on the lookout for a corkscrew hazel, but I've a vague memory of seeing them in the local garden centre.
Glad though I am that we didn't get the US version of it, the current stormy weather is unpleasant. The boys couldn't go out today, so I popped them in the stableyard for an hour before the farrier came this afternoon. Fortunately, it was actually less than an hour in the end: when I went out to get them and hose their feet off ready for their pedicures, GB had managed to get his headcollar comprehensively tangled up in one of the two remaining leylandii bits that hadn't yet been put on the bonfire. (We did try to have a last fire a couple of days ago, the wind having been in the wrong direction for weeks, but there wasn't enough breeze for it to really get going.)
Also fortunately, this is GB we're talking about: rather than having a hissy fit, he just stood there looking annoyed and giving an occasional tug on it, and when I released him he followed me to his stable and went 'food?'. I have now moved the remaining bits of tree onto the bonfire, where hopefully the boys won't be trying to poke underneath them looking for grass.
(And then, after standing around in the cold for half an hour, I sent the farrier a text saying 'where are you?' and got a reply saying that he'd sent me a text yesterday saying he was poorly and asking to reschedule: apparently the fact that I'd not replied to it didn't make him think he should maybe follow up on it. Sigh.)