I got an unexpected royalty check and decided to hit the seed catalogues. Note to self: they’re in a bag in the utility room next to the roasting tins. The previous bag is in the utility room drinks cupboard at the back, top shelf, behind that weird vermouth. Now I have amended soil, some clear beds and the garden shredder to clear and mulch the others, I can spend the winter clearing up, rebuilding and pruning, and try lots of stuff next spring.
Next up: shopping for some fig trees, as the one I bought last year did not do anything, to the point where I suspect it arrived as a dead stick in some dirt rather than as a dormant living plant.
Yes, none of these are flowers. Do not tell my partner. I want a little food forest. I think I can probably get most of the way there next year, now I have deeper knowledge of the issues I’m facing on this small patch of the Thames Delta.