See no compost, smell no compost, and the Batdog

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Few days on and all is well at Bali Towers. Lots of huffing and glaring at Goochers (explanation at a later date) the Musa Bajoo, as its sorry looking stalk gradually turns green and it starts to feed of its recently dug in John Innes finest. The layer of cream stone, shingle and pepper is keeping Young Bali out. The Bali(n) wall, although not attractive is doing its job. We have however ‘given’ him a small area where he can quite happily dig for whatever it is he is digging for.
Yesterday morning we took young Bali for a stroll around…

…the local woods. This area is on the edge of the local concrete council estate and covers a few acres. There is beauty wherever you care to look isn’t there. The buds are breaking through, the 34 deer can be seen roaming here at the crack of sparrows (apparently) and the river makes its gentle way down to the sea, providing sustanance and home to much wildlife. There are more bluebells than ever before, anyone know why?
Still, today it was ivy clearing time – make space for more pots and new fence panels. Bali decided, despite not having thumbs, he would help…..

Oh, by the way, this was Bali and his chum Billy last year (with the MB in its near glory), who shows no sign of ever growing into those ears. He also shows no interest in gardening, although when at Rock Beach in Cornwall he digs holes big enough to sail super tankers in…..

I’ve ordered the Amur Maple Acer, so fingers crossed. Anyone know of a palm that likes total shade and could live happily between the glass of a conservatory on one side and fence panel on the other?

• 25 Apr, 2010
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