Meltdown in lockdown

Sunday 29 March 2020:

Day 6 of Coronavirus ‘lockdown’ and I’m approaching meltdown. Never has the garden been so primped and preened; well, that’s not completely true. As a virtuous Virgoan I’m particularly prone to being a tad too meticulous around the garden. It’s all razor-sharp lawn edges and weed-free borders and so I scared myself this week when I momentarily found myself thinking about polishing the stones in the gravelly borders outside the kitchen! I’m joking, of course. But I’m sure lockdown has had us all rootling and tidying through our knicker/pants drawers, polishing dusty sideboards like there’s no tomorrow and clearing out food cupboards which haven’t seen the light of day since the first Star Wars film. Once this pandemic has eventually passed, and it will, the world’s houses and gardens will sparkle, glisten and bloom like never before.

Today had us gloved up and ready for action, and that was just for the trip to the local Tesco for essential provisions (Cadbury’s Mini Eggs). There were about twenty of us in the medium-sized store, all politely nodding, smiling and rhumba-ing the requisite two metres away from each other around the fruit and veg aisles. All very British.

Back in our ‘safe place’, the garden, it was time to do battle with the potting shed. I called it the potting shed, but whenever we have people around (do we all remember those days, having people round?) I call it the shed. I guess the term ‘potting shed’ makes it sound rather ‘Downton Abbey’.

‘Sorry I’m late m’lud, I’ve been chittin’ me Maris Pipers in the pottin’ shed all mornin’.

That having been said, it IS a shed and POTTING is done in said shed, so, blow-it, it’s a bona-fide potting shed. Call it whatever, it has been the nerve-centre these past few weeks. Seed sowing, potting on (didn’t I just say?), and, well more seed sowing. Whilst there are obviously a handful of valid reasons for its current state of (un) tidiness, the continuing confinement had me on my hands and knees de-cluttering, cobwebbing, tidying and organising like a good ‘un. It was so blooming clean afterwards, Lord Grantham could easily have taken his ‘afternoon tea’ from the floor without fear of a single crumb of compost being left on his clotted cream and strawberry jam scone (to rhyme with ‘gone’).

The shed I use for potting, aka the ‘Potting Shed’

Monday 30 March 2020

Work day! Well, I say work day. I’m lucky enough to say it’s only five hours today. Every other Monday I usually garden with my friend, Otis, in a stunning, beautifully appointed garden nearby. Now though, of course, we’re each making solo visits to the garden every other week to comply with current ‘social distancing’ guidelines (my goodness, these Coronavirus-related terms trip off the lips so easily, already). I really enjoy working alongside Otis; he’s a great gardener, full of innovative ideas and full of unbridled energy. But then he is a couple of years younger than me. Well, when I say a couple of years I mean a couple, plus another ten…. and another bloomin’ twenty!

A beautiful, cool (gardening term for freezing!), spring morning with clear blue skies and birds chattering busily in the trees. Today’s task is the under-planting of two new tree ferns with ribbons of pheasant grasses, ferns and Asian bleeding hearts. They used to be Dicentra spectabilis, but have now been encumbered with Lamprocapnos spectabile.

Before I knew it, it was the last clients of the day; a lovely couple in their eighties. Frantic waving and confused, charade-like gestures through their kitchen window were interpreted (correctly one hopes) as lawns to be mowed and borders to be weeded.

Tuesday 31 March 2020

I don’t want to play lockdown anymore. No more than any of us do, of course. This is the beginning of week two and there is, at this point, two more weeks to go before the ‘situation’ is reviewed again. Along with many, many other industries, some areas within the horticultural business are showing signs of stress with sales plummeting or at a complete standstill. This should be prime-time. We should all be rushing eagerly to our local garden centres to fill trolleys and then car-boots with early summer bedding, pots of perennials, rolls of turf and bags of (peat-free) compost. Today gardening hit the news as thousands of garden centres and growers across the UK announced they will be composting millions of plants which can no longer be maintained for a gardening public (estimated at 23 million), ironically locked in their own gardens.

Wednesday 1 April 2020

All Fools Day – need I add more…?

I have to admit to having a COVID19 wobble today. I’m affectionately going to call it my Wednesday Wobble. Hourly news bulletins, and incessant conversations with clients all centring around Coronavirus caught up with me eventually at lunchtime. The two lovingly prepared chicken tikka rolls sitting forlornly in their tinfoil jackets did nothing to lift the overwhelming sense of hopelessness and despair that flooded over me. No appetite! Not now. I’ll eat them later.

I got home just after 5 pm, my phone pinging the arrival of a message. A much-needed smile played around my lips upon reading the following ‘NHS Coronavirus Update’ sent to me from a friend.

I actually read the update three times, with an increasing hot flush over my brow before I realised it was April 1!

I pulled out the first chicken tikka roll and made it disappear…. very quickly. My Wednesday Wobble was waning!

In other news today… I finally managed to water the garden following a prolonged dry spell of at least three weeks. Having had one of the wettest winters I can recall for years, it is amazing how quickly the garden has dried out. I swear, I almost heard the garden sigh with utter relief as my ‘garden queen’ showered the parched borders and lawns.

Lawn watered, I went in and ‘forced’myself to eat the remaining chicken tikka roll. We can’t afford to waste food, can we?

Thursday 2 April 2020

Right there’s work-a-plenty to be getting on with in this garden. I propagated a Salvia ‘Amistad’ from cuttings in 2019 BC (Before Corona) which have grown away and were ready to be planted out. So, no sooner said than done.

On a roll already (work that is, not chicken tikka) my electric scarifier was hurriedly pulled from the (P) shed and onto the lawns which were duly scarified, spiked and then mowed. Phew!

I’ve never really laid any claim to being a lawn obsessed kind of guy. I probably don’t possess enough testosterone for that. However, that having been said, I have found myself of late becoming a tad too fussy about the green stuff. ‘It’s just a lawn’, used to be my cry, now, more than likely it’s ‘Get off my lawn if you don’t mind’!

Friday 3 April 2020

Wake up feeling sick to the pit of my stomach. Oh, I’m not looking for pity. This is a self-induced sickness. I foolishly plastered every single social media platform with an invitation for EVERYONE to come and join me LIVE in my garden on Instagram. What on earth was I thinking…? Firstly, it was highly probable that nobody would want to come and play, but, if somebody did, what on earth was I going to say?

At 10:30am prompt, hands shaking for England, I went LIVE.  Oh. My. God! Forty-seven people had clearly tuned into me by mistake!. I rambled on regardless, twittering incessantly about spring interest, feeding borders, lawn preparations, lily beetles and slugs. More people tuned in?! After half an hour(!), the equivalent to a COMPLETE Gardeners’ World episode, I realised I should stop.

Don’t worry Monty, I don’t think you’ve got ANYTHING to worry about!

Saturday 4 April

In an ongoing attempt to keep busy and keep outside, I found myself ‘volunteering’ to continue jet washing the drive that Peter had started yesterday. Four hours later, with me resembling a Cadburys chocolate flake, I waved the mud splattered white flag of surrender. It seems to me, on reflection, that jet washing is a rather odd affair. Through the process of electronics and pressurised water, one removes the mud and debris from a path and plasters it onto oneself? Non…?

Calf height ‘wellies’. Every well dressed gardener is wearing them.

Mike

Author: Mike the Gardener

Freelance gardening writer, consultant and designer. Mike Palmer is a passionate and professional plantsman, offering services in garden writing, consultancy and garden design. Mike is also available for garden and plant related talks and presentations. Mike has been a professional horticulturalist for over fifteen years.

6 thoughts on “Meltdown in lockdown”

  1. Thanks Mike. I love your humour All still ok here most infections have been from cruise ships and returning overseas travellers. I have just polished the car as it is going to warm up again this week (36con Wednesday) so decided to occupy myself outside before it gets too hot . Will vacuum the inside tomorrow

    Looks like I might get back in the pool this week too. One of the last weeks I expect.

    All the best Roger

    Sent from my iPad

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    1. Thanks Roger. Glad all is okay over there with you. We are still in week two of lockdown, and expect it to continue for much longer. We are hoping that infections will peak 12th April, and then we hope to see figures reduce.

      Enjoy your swim in the pool!

      Speak soon and thanks for reading again.

      Mike

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  2. You certainly have an imagination Mike ,I loved reading it and your garden is spotless , but I thought that was for your Friday live vid session . My garden is not spotless , that’s the way things are with me now cannot do it quite the same the way I am , but I do my best my friend on Instagram ,my garden is more cottage garden though , which is my love with everything piped in here and there , lots of respect take care

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    1. Thanks for your comments, that’s really kind of you. We all have different gardens which is great. It’d be boring if they all looked the same. Who are you in Instagram as your name hasn’t come up here? Thanks again and do pop by again to have a read; I try and update it regularly. Mike

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      1. Sorry it’s Jack D’Arcy of facebook and agardenerspassionpot on Instagram , I only came back on your site to see if you replied as no notifications

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