Dreary weather persists, dank misted skies drip and the cold wetness has got inside me.
I have had an unforeseen viral holiday.
Yesterday briefly the sun shone through my prison widow.
I need to do so much in the garden. I have to replace spalled terracotta pots possibly with recyclable plastic. Every type of 'frost proof' terracotta pot has been damaged. I will need to invest in glazed terracotta but I need to save up for them, and the shrubs can't wait that long for re potting - with their exposed root systems.
I feel guilt at the idea of plastic - he says this while tapping on a plastic keyboard. It is everywhere in our homes and environment. Strange that it sits at the back of our conscience for so long and then there is a critical mass of opinion which washes it up to the surface.
Perhaps we are too late to try and undo the damage - but at the very least we can help to prevent further amounts getting into the environment. And here I am encouraging the production of more. Perhaps I should plant the shrubs and trees directly in the soil which will dramatically change the look of the garden.
The reason I use pots is because they form a visual punctuation in the space. I know that direct planting will not have the same effect - they also afford a certain amount of theatrical set changing according to the season by simply moving them about which is very useful in such a small space.
The health of the planet far outweighs my artistic vision though - so I need to consider what to do carefully. I would be grateful for any opinions on this.