|The ancient remains of the yew at Fortingall|
Having dug my trench I lined it with 15cms of my root inducing top soil, filled each spot that was to receive a tree with a good handful of fish, blood and bone and dropped in my young trees. I measured the spaces in between which was to be exactly 20 inches, which was a little close but I think they will manage and filled the spaces in between the trees with the top soil mixture, making sure the level of the soil was no higher or lower than the level of the pot they had come from. With each plant I got down and checked with my hands that the rootball was tight in the soil with no big gaps before I heeled in the soil around them.
Katie and I then watered each plant in and stood back to admire our handy work. Lovely.
While I was doing this, many of my new neighbours came to introduce themselves which was fun. One said my hedges looked very Christmassy and another suggested we rename the house Yewtopia. It was nice to meet so many of my neighbours and it occured to me that working in a front garden is a good way to suss out a new manor, even if it is a little hard on the old back.