A quiet rain moved through the garden overnight and left the Martagon beds sparkling; each leafy whorl is outlined with tiny beads that glow when the lanterns catch them at dawn.
Rain is a reminder to sweep across the beds, to clear slug trails before they darken the mulch, and to lift the copper collars so the bulbs can breathe.
The showers helped settle the compost we added last week, rolling it into the soil so nutrients mingle with the new tissue before the stems get tall.
We trimmed the shade cloth, checked the green hoops, and noted the seedlings in pots—they need a few daylight hours before returning under the frames.
Before afternoon visitors arrive, I jot moisture readings in the log and remind the team that a dry path is the best welcome for people inspecting the Martagons.