So, a couple of posts ago I wrote about my lustings for a hammock for my tree-less garden. Well, that’s not strictly true. We did have to get a tree surgeon in to remove all six mature trees in various states of rot, decay and downright danger. I am always loathed to cut a tree down but the surgeon assured me that none could be saved so as soon as he’d finished we set about planting a mini orchard in their place.
Here’s the cherry which has just sprung into life, there is a Williams pear, a Victoria plum, a cox’s pippin apple plus a fig, white peach and an elderflower bush that I’m hoping to make cordial from.
We inherited a greenhouse so overgrown with bluebells and brambles they had pushed all the panes of glass out the roof. It’s finally back in working order and these little fellas popped up over the weekend:
Perhaps the best find so far from our 55 bags (and counting) of rubbish we’ve removed from the various garden outbuildings is this vintage Singer sewing machine sign found, fully intact, on the top shelf in the shed.
There isn’t a scratch on it and the colours are incredibly well saturated. I love the typography – I wonder if it would have been a shop sign?
