tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787756530788587205.post6526317039738966607..comments2023-09-01T03:57:52.981-07:00Comments on Down in the Forest Something Stirred. . . .: Life is a Bag of NutsBrenda (Rosie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05872426810745617403noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787756530788587205.post-68199234736187197262012-05-20T14:02:26.174-07:002012-05-20T14:02:26.174-07:00Congratulations on your green fingers! I think the...Congratulations on your green fingers! I think the Clematis could be 'The President'. The green fence was replaced by the commune council.Brenda (Rosie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/05872426810745617403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787756530788587205.post-21323853397431770942012-05-20T07:11:41.503-07:002012-05-20T07:11:41.503-07:00Ha! Well we'll help sort the walnuts, but I i...Ha! Well we'll help sort the walnuts, but I imagine the squirrels would be pretty good at this too! The weather has been lousy here, too and the walnut tree that came from the Mill is only just sprouting (a good fortnight behind yours). The walnut saplings you left us in pots are dead - just rotted away. Do you know what that clematis is? Otherwise I might try to take a cutting. I have found that some of my apple tree grafts have taken - if you scratch them they are green - but they aren't shooting. Maybe next year. Others are quite dead. Where did the green fence come from on the bridge. The Medlar in the garden - also from the Mill - has just produced its first flower which I must photograph.<br />Did you know that beetles were God's hobby? He made more kinds of beetles than anything else. What am I supposed to be doing for the Shakespeare?Fenniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377814681496294457noreply@blogger.com