To go with the day, Beth and I turned all horticultural. We planted trays of seeds - runners, French and borlotti beans and yellow courgettes and we sorted the redlove apple.
Regular readers might remember my redlove. I call it Auntie May because I bought it with the legacy left by my dear Auntie May. It is a beautiful tree with deep pink blossom, dark leaves and the loveliest fruit.
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When Beth and I were talking about our plans for the allotment, we decided that Auntie May (the tree, not her spirit) should go down to the allotment.
Yesterday afternoon Beth wrestled with the roots until she was able to get them out. It wasn't easy as the pot has an inner turning lip all round. However, Beth managed it and, having been in a pot all her short life, the root ball was very compact so we bunged it into a tough garden bag and pootled straight off to the allotment with it.
Now Auntie May is in her forever place when, it is to be hoped, she will be much happier. Apart from anything else, she's not self fertile and relies on cross pollination so where better than an allotment? Photos may follow at some point!
There are loads of blossom buds on her. I'm expecting that a lot will drop while she gets over the 'trauma' but you never know, maybe she is tougher than one would expect. My Auntie May certainly was!
|Taken a couple of years ago.|
The pot was bought with May's legacy too so I will still have something as a memorial in my garden.