Looking out of the kitchen window while standing here still in my dressing gown, the weather looks reasonably good so I am about to bite the bullet and get into my gardening gear and go out and prune the roses down to three buds. This has got to be the absolute last date for doing so as they are beginning to grow like mad.
We also spray at this time of the year for blackspot, which bedevils our roses every year. Albertine, the climber, is the worse offender and according to the garden centre she is very prone to it. He recommended throwing her out but I am afraid I love her too much for anything so drastic. When I spoke to the farmer at breakfast time about the spraying he informed me he had done it last week when I was gadding off somewhere!
And speaking of this - we have three nest boxes up in our Scots pine trees by the house - all visible from the kitchen window. They are quite high up and because of the farmer's balance problems I made him promise me that he wouldn't get the ladder to them to clean them out or replace the two which are very old. I now find that one day when I was well out of the way (gadding off somewere as he chooses to call it) he got out the ladder, took the boxes down and replaced them. You can imagine, he is very pleased with himself.
Today is our Poetry day and this afternoon I shall be off with friends to sit and read our favourite poetry all afternoon - wonderful, relaxing afternoon.
Anyone over sixty reading this take note - I read in today's Times that 'experts' are now saying that us oldies should first of all make a pile of all slippers and burn them. Then we should ask for arm weights and dumb bells as presents - we need to be out there getting fit, not sitting around in our slippers! Have a nice day.