Pleasant drive yesterday for lunch at a pub in a nearby village, with lots of new green foliage to admire as we went. Quite a bit of flooding along the way, and there were sandbags near the door of the pub and quite a lot of standing water outside in the street. Decent food, and splendid company with Celia and Andy. They sent us home with a pot of French tarragon, which is now in a decorative pot ready to delight us later in the year.
There was also some gardening traffic outwards. We got Ben to split a huge iris sibirica last year, and the clumps have just been lying on the soil since. They had started to sprout, so we’d to decide what to do with them: we already have a lot of them in the garden, so could accommodate only two more at a pinch. I bagged up another six and put them out at the front with a ‘free’ sign on a stick. Within 24 hours all six are off to new homes. It’s nice to think that, over the years, we have shared a lot of favourite subjects with friends and neighbours: one of the pleasures of gardening.
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