In winter one works on your roses –right? So progress in the new Old Rose Garden – about which I’ve warbled on (as opposed to Twittered) in my last two posts – deserves to take centre stage this week. Today I marked out the paths with sand and we used the sods lifted from the lawn where the Mothers’ Garden will go to start on the paths. Being of indigenous tufted grasses, and tough as can be, rather than a runner, it should work well. Problem: we are going to be short of grass to complete the paths. Solution: go back to the post on The Garden Celebrating an Imperfect Universe –here is a link – and see what I say about a series of reflective water surfaces on the lower terrace. These were long term plans. But the grass will be needed here. Ergo, the series of ponds become short term plans. Ouch. Or as we say in South Africa, expressing a little more of shock, horror, surprise or even excitement: eisch!!!
The string on the right of the picture marks the outside edge of the hedge enclosing the Mothers’ Garden. Sandy markings indicate where paths hive off. Taubie says “Something is happening, but I’m not certain what!”
Meanwhile work has stopped on the greenhouse, about which I can’t wait to post, as we await the delivery of the polycarb sheeting that will form the roof and walls. Anyway, next week my builder goes up to Samaria, the game farm on the Limpopo River,with us. There he will again help my cousins to build their new camp; this is my investment in future holidays in paradise! So to mark time this project fits perfectly. I mentioned in my previous post that some rebuilding – and especially realigning – of the plinth on which the Italian pot stands was needed. He is busy doing this. Also worth an upcoming post1
Lastly: when you need to move thirty odd mature azaleas, each 2m high, and 20m of hypericum hedge in order to prepare for the new Old rose Garden… you don’t just dump these plants. You re-use them. And that too takes time. Luckily the defining of the parking area, adjacent to the new garden, made sense. And so the move was not as strenuous as it might have been…