Once we accepted we’d definitely be in Yorkshire for summer I decided I needed pots on the balcony, which obviously wasn’t going to be easy to achieve in these strange times. I know the garden centres are opening up but if I must queue and dodge other shoppers that will only be when I buy food. So instead of being my usual Vita Sackville West about bedding plants, I’ve been grabbing what I can during my weekly supermarket shops. I have collected Pansies, Busy Lizzie. Lobelia, Begonias, all quite garish and blowsy but do I care.
Fortunately I’d bought the galvanised tubs to take to Italy and received at Christmas some lovely solar spirals, they were all unpacked and put into use.
Mr FF kindly walked down to Tesco and carried a 40 litre bag of compost plus a plastic trough back up the hill, with a few stops for breath. If we were here permanently and there was no pandemic I’d have made a better effort, as it is I enjoyed creating what I could. Its a crazy mis match of plants and pots, too many plastic ones, but I am very grateful to have achieved this display whilst staying alert as Boris asks. Now we need lots of sunshine for sitting out days, we are ready.