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Not a shotgun wedding after 17 years together. There's certainly no likelihood of sprogs, I've already got a great neice and great nephew. Pension date is nearer.
I order a load of well rotted farm yard manure from my local friendly farmer. He delivers it by the trailorload for 30quid. It takes me a couple of years to get through the pile. I also have four compost bins and builders sacks full of leaves rotting down.
They always say a second marriage is a triumph of hope over experience.
I need walking in together music, and walking out music. I'm thinking pachelbel canon in d to walk in, and the arrival of queen of sheba to walk out. He thinks signed sealed, delivered, by Stevie Wonder. Help.
No fairy. I wrapped the big headed dahlias that are just starting to flower in white fleece. It won't save them from a hard frost, but should stop the buds getting damaged. We had a slight frost the night before.
Clear sky here. I've fleeced the dahlias.
You've got to make it first.
Let us know what crosses you have, and we can make suggestions.
Carrot crossed with a strawberry anyone?
Pick pears when they part easily when lifting the pear gently. Then ripen in the window sill, watching carefully. There is about 24 hours between perfectly ripe and starting to rot from the inside. I like conference while still crunchy, but williams have to be juicy.
The first one I think is a nerine.
I put propagator lids on, keep them on a high bench, and use mousetraps.