As I am clueless as to what to do next I decide to go to a garden centre for answers. This time there are no fancy baubles to distract me and my quest to find the right plants for the season. Think again!
I walked into a world of commercial gardening at its best. Where there were packets of this, bags of that, sacks of the other. A huge array of products to help things grow; help kill things - plantlike and animal/insectlike; any number of varieties of garden tools, manual and mechanical; outdoor clothing, gloves, boots, aprons; some books; pots and containers not to mention garden furniture to die for; oh boy! and we hadn't even got to the plant section!
I had decided that anything I saw in a garden centre at any given time, would be OK to buy and plant. So that sorted out the 'when' factor. The 'where' came off the label on the pot/packets by way of these handy little symbols
.The plant section was vast and bewildering. I made yet another decision. If I liked the look of the plant, I would then and see if the plant would fit somewhere in my garden. So that's the plan.
Resisting the temptation to buy everything I liked, I bought some conifers to form a small hedge to define the upper section of the garden.
As my first foray into the English way of gardening seemed to be quite successful, I felt a bit of remodeling of the garden was within my capabilities.
I had spotted some plants I thought would do very well in a rockery at the base of the tree. At the end of some digging, clearing and finding some rocks. I had a small rockery.
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