The frosts are starting. My car is getting unwilling to start in the morning. Breath clouds the joggers as they scoot past me on the tow-path.
It's time to get my tenders indoors. Or, in the case of my magnificent tree fern, to get out the straw and the hessian, and a little plastic cap to make sure there's absolutely no way the growing bowl will fill with icy water.
As ever, I'm in two minds about the Abutilons, the stone fruits and the fuchsias. Either option takes a chance. Either they're under cover and at the mercy of my hapsidasical watering regimes, or they're exposed but at least getting light and moisture.
I feel a little bet hedging coming on.
It's time to get my tenders indoors. Or, in the case of my magnificent tree fern, to get out the straw and the hessian, and a little plastic cap to make sure there's absolutely no way the growing bowl will fill with icy water.
As ever, I'm in two minds about the Abutilons, the stone fruits and the fuchsias. Either option takes a chance. Either they're under cover and at the mercy of my hapsidasical watering regimes, or they're exposed but at least getting light and moisture.
I feel a little bet hedging coming on.
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