Tempus fugits, (note that that was two six-letter words) as they say. I’m keeping to the six theme here. Without further ado …
1 Six Stalactites
If you can’t remember the difference, just remember that tights come down. This photo was taken on Wednesday but the icicles were still here on Friday evening (which counts as Saturday in my book) in the continuing sub-zero temperatures. The diaphragm washer in my roof tank clearly needed replacing. I replaced it. When the great thaw of 2018 arrives to follow the great freeze of 2018, I’ll find out whether the plants in the planter survived.
I could, of course, rest on my laurels here. Six icicles are six things. But I will move on rapidly to:
2 Six Packets of Seed
I am a little more restrained than he who makes up the rules (gardens in the middle east, Birmingham, wherever, whenever) and who has probably sowed most of next years’ seeds as well by now. I have waited patiently to sow the first batch of seeds wot I will be sowing this year. Well, waited until tomorrow to be precise. So today, the six packets of seed remain intact. The trays of compost are warming in the conservatory.
So that’s my second six sixes; technically my fourth if you include words.
3 Six Containers with a Difference
Edifice 2 is now more or less finished. You might have followed the first four episodes of my mini Edifice blog series. Episode 5 will appear on Tuesday and complete the series. But for the moment, I leave you with the third of my six which just happens to include six discrete planter areas. Weather delayed delivery by a few hours but I got shovelling and kept shovelling as the weather closed in and it got colder and snowier. And my back got backier. And the wind got windier. And a neighbour came out and suggested it might be sensible if I packed in and lived to fight another day. So I took his advice and retired to a nice warming drink, leaving a third of a bulk bag of soil to shift and some raking and levelling to do, And a few bits of capping to cut and fix in place. If the delivery hadn’t been delayed, I would have finished it all, honest!
So my third six sixes (and the fifth if you include words). I’m on a roll here!
4 Six Clumps of Frogspawn
They were at it pretty much daily until things got freezy. Then the spawn clumps sank as they do (they’re good predictors of temperature), only to rise again as the pond thawed out. Which it did with a modicum of assistance from me after I noticed a couple of headbangers under the ice.
Then the pond froze again. Then it snowed on top of the ice.
Hence my fourth six sixes. Yeah, yeah! The sixth if you include words. Victory is mine. Eh wot? I’ve got six and am only on four. Or, arguably, I’m on 24 (or 26) and passed it (stop sniggering – note the spelling. I’m using a six-letter version “passed” not the four-letter “past.” We’re talking relative positions here, not historical ones.)
5 Six Fieldfares
I’ve not recorded the appearance of fieldfares in the garden before. Indeed, I didn’t recognise them and had to look them up in my Ladybird book of birds that visit the UK in winter (it can be difficult to identify some birds though as there are no pictures of a Manbird). They’re winter visitors and will soon be on their way back home to Scandanavia. Perhaps the sudden cold snap has driven them to search for food and they’ve found my crab apple tree. They’ve been flocking in for a nibble and, with consummate patience, I’ve been taking photographs. Lots of fives and sevens but, at last, six landed at once. So I can bring you six fieldfares:
6 One Stalactite
So, having neatly morphed from six to one, for number six I will give you one. Fair exchange, wot? This is another stalactite (singular this time) but is something of a mystery. Although it falls from the mouth of a water feature, the pump cannot have pumped as it is isolated for the winter to avoid accidental activation. So where has this water come from? Who knows but it makes for an interesting photo anyhow.
So there you have it. A veritable feast of sixes. I will be taking next Saturday off so see you all in a fortnight. Until then, enjoy your garden and enjoy the other Sixers’ contributions which you will find if you pop over to our great leader’s blog, zoom in on his post of the day and scroll down to the comments for a multitude of links to all and sundry, including the inestimable (and snow-contained), Gill Heavens. Gill went for a haircut yesterday (Friday). A neighbour of mine went for one a week ago at a cost of £165. I pay my haircutter a fiver a time (which is more than she asks for). Obviously it’s better to employ male gardeners. Their overheads are likely to be lower. 😉