The great incentive for me to attack our compost bin the other week had more to do with aesthetics than with gardening. Strategically placed in a location at the edge of the garden and close to the house, our compost bin was an eye-sore, in plain sight from the windows. Beside my pretty garden, it seemed decidedly out of place.
So, as soon as I'd emptied the ugly thing, I moved it out of sight. Now I'd gained a good view and also a nice, well-fertilized empty spot, where I transplanted our huge rosemary bush. Despite the rainy, cool springs, and the long, freezing winters, in just three years our rosemary bush had grown too big for its place in the center of the garden (a while back, I chronicled two years in the life of our rosemary). There was a chance that the rosemary wouldn't survive the transplant, so before moving it, I took cuttings, and planted them.
Propagating rosemary is very easy (here's how you do it properly). I didn't do it "properly", though. I took 30cm-long woody twigs, cutting just below where budding roots are, stripped the needles off the lower part, and planted the cuttings directly in soil, taking care to keep them well watered for a week or so. Only when I was sure that the cuttings had rooted, I pruned, uprooted and transplanted the huge rosemary.
Now where the compost big was, our rosemary and his court of cuttings thrive, creating a nice edge and soon a hedge separating the garden from the wilderness: the perfect place for rosemary, and more rosemary.
This is the new view of the garden from my window:
oh, dear, there still seems to be something or someone out of place in my garden ...