This must be the most frustrating season for gardeners and horse-owners like me. When you live on a hill and you have heavy, clay soil, you dread the sound of the horses racing about and having fun whilst the divots fly and precious pasture is trashed!
In the distant past some poor labourers must have toiled their socks off to terrace the hillside and make it more cultivable, but access from one level to the next, especially with a tractor is still tricky (clearing the muckheaps is a major enterprise). Sorry to bring up the subject of “muck” so early in this blog, but when you have three horses, clearing it up, stocking it somewhere and moving it around figures high on the list of “things I did today”. The upside is that, in principle, our garden should be the most fertile imaginable, and our biceps beautifully toned, from barrowing all that highly desirable (to gardeners) well-rotted manure around.
The other day I was introduced to a rather abrupt man whose first words to me were (roughly), “Oh you’re the woman with horses, can we have some manure?” ….equally charmed to meet you, I’m sure!
I promised pictures so, here is one of my lovely garden – only joking –
And this is how it should look at its peak
Hope that cheered you up, if you too are longing for the return of better weather!
I’m off to listen to “Gardener’s Question Time” on the radio, so I’ll introduce you further to the horses next time ……..