The end and the beginning

I thought I was finished with my flower field about a month ago. In my mind I had laid 12 rows of compost which was approximately half of one side of the one acre plot. (otherwise known as a quarter acre) I still had plenty of soil but I thought this is a good stopping point for this season. Then Martin came along and applied actual math and measurements to the situation and it looked like no, I was not done. Not even that close.

But NOW, now I am done. Although I still have three quarters of an acre to finish, but that can start happening in the Autumn. This is good for now. Technically I probably should have done another row, but to hell with math, I need to get on with life. Here is a little video of my progression over the months. It made me cry a little...

And now I can get onto the business of growing flowers! I've been a seed sowing fool this last month but it has been so cold things are slow to start. Today I put some gladioli into the poly tunnel...

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and planted out my ranunculus I started inside. I am actually hopeful they will grow! (I have had bad luck with these beauties in the past) Roses have been pruned, they just need to be fed, and I can get started planting the very fine shrubs I bought a couple of weeks ago. 

So all in all I am feeling pretty good! Today.

 

The never ending pile...

For those of you who follow me on Instagram and Facebook, remember when I got my compost delivered and it looked like this?

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It was really exciting. And very daunting. Today, as I wheeled what must have been my thousandth wheel barrow load of compost, I was beginning to feel like this mountain of dirt is never going to go away. It is still taller than myself and when I look at it from a distance it doesn't look like it has changed what-so-ever.

So I took another photo, with the addition of Oscar who you can just about make out. Now my pile of dirt looks like this.

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Looking at this image I feel so much better. There is a mighty difference! I am sure in no time my mountain of dirt will be gone. And it will be the source of thousands of beautiful cut flowers. Humble beginnings.