A thousand bluebell wood

OK, well it’s not quite Pooh’s Thousand Acre Wood, but I’m pretty excited all the same.

The first 500 bulbs seemed so relatively effortless that I foolishly ordered a further 500.  They arrived before the weekend but we had guests here, and Monday and Tuesday were so wet and miserable that I had no desire to go planting.

Today I’d run out of excuses.  I’d done the wedding planning I’d promised to do.  I wasn’t cold after walking Bonny.  So out to the woods we went with secateurs, a bulb planter, gloves, and a box of bulbs.  “We” being my trusty servant Bonny and I, though there were occasions where she seemed to mistake herself for my playmate rather than my servant.  She mainly likes to sit directly in front of me on whichever patch I’ve just cleared for planting, but has proved useful on occasion: she finds particularly stubborn roots a great game.

I continued with the technique perfected on the first batch of bulbs, clearing a patch of ivy, working methodically across it planting, then clearing the next patch.  It seemed even easier this time.  I’m not sure if that means I was lazier or that the ivy was just less troublesome, but the ground was certainly easy to dig (or did I never get to the ground, was I just digging into mulch?)

Hooray.  All done.  Can’t wait to see how many (if any!) come up.