Most of the ferns had already had last year's fronds removed a few weeks ago but the Aspleniums were left until this afternoon. It was a bit like opening Christmas presents. As the old dead and crisp brown fronds were gently cut away, new fronds could be seen unfurling beneath. It was pleasant work on a warm and sunny May afternoon with the scent of cherry and pear blossom hanging heavy in the air and a robin singing competitively in an Acer above me with a thrush on the highest bough of a conifer and to complete the trio, a distant cuckoo in the valley woodland. As I worked, I pondered how nice it might be if I didn't know anything about gardening as if I knew nothing at all, I wouldn't worry about all the things that desperately needed doing! Mmm?
|New stepping stones in the Fernery Path|
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