Posted: 26/05/2013 at 15:06
Oh Lord, it sounds as if our lives have been running almost in parallel. I saw what you said about harsh winters just now - the same here, most disheartening and sometimes I think that if only I had realised that my garden was on the edge of the UK's only desert, I really would not have bought it. Even Amazing has warmer winters than I do.
Horrible neighbour dug the trench ostensibly to insert a gravel board, but hje never did. He did it to kill off our shrubs by cutting back their roots. He hates plants, won't allow anything to overhang his garden so all of my few remaining shrubs and trees that survived having their roots exposed to the ice all winter (it took him six months after ditch-digging to erect fence) are now neatly sliced back by his chainsaw to about six inches back on my side. He peruades elderly neighbours to let him fell their 'potentially dangerous and getting too old' trees, and then keeps all the wood for firewood. He is awful.
To add to the lateness of my weather and slightly depressed woes, I then went to a funeral last Spring and fell down a rabbit hole in the ancient graveyard and broke my foot. It took weeks and weeks to heal properly, by which time everything was dreadful. I have never caught up, and with the long winters, it is later and later on in the day before I can warm up enough sufficiently to contemplate getting outside, as I am not allowed to take painkillers because they punched a hole through my stomach and nearly wrecked my kidneys. All of which makes me feel about 20 years older than I feel I should! Son is very considerate, carries heavy bags and makes me feel like his elderly grandma.
So I am only doing about two hours a day on dry days currently, (which has meant about two hours a week lately) and have abandoned the veg patch altogether this year.
Son is dithering, he is waiting to see what his results are first.