Today I have been planting seeds, knowing that over the next 10 – 14 days tender shoots will appear, ready for transplanting to the vegetable plot which is not yet ready for them. Rather focuses the mind.
“Oh, no!” said Cyclo, “I’ve found a packet of seeds. Forget-me-nots. Have you forgotten to plant them?”
The seeds were from the Alzheimer Disease Society: a freebee. A nice idea, but I didn’t need them.
My garden is full of Forget-me-nots which flower freely Continue reading “Forget-me-not”
Yesterday was so warm after lunch.
There is so much to do in the garden.
I should really have been out there weeding and seeding. Instead I sat in the recliner and listened to a rather good play on the radio then read for a while, before a long walk with a friend and her excitable lab. All wonderful in the beautiful Spring sunshine!
I thought I’d better make the most of it all, just in case these few days will be our ‘early Summer.’
I started writing this as a comment on Janus’s post but got a bit carried away. As I did not want to hijack his, (I am considerate that way), I decided to write my own.
I have mentioned that I came from a large family. Living in the Tropics meant that the hours of daylight were fairly constant throughout the year. About 11 hours in winter and 13 hours in summer. In a farming community not a great deal went on after dark, especially during the week. We did not have television at home and so we spent our evenings together talking, reading and playing games. My mum taught us at home until the age of 10 when we were sent off to boarding school. Continue reading “Childhood”
I’m writing in a different place now I have a lap top, and Cyclo is working in the office this week. I’m in the dining room with a view of the back garden, rather than upstairs with a view of the front.
So I’m getting a different view of the world when I look up from tapping.
It’s another dull day here most of the day – when it wasn’t raining – but the afternoon of 1st November was a stunner. I ran out into the garden I took a few shots.
Do you remember this?
Here I show you a late season pleasure that emerges and flowers with no love and attention from me between cutting back the dead stems in Spring and keeping down some of the weeds before it blooms. I understand it is a Toad Lily. I think it deserves a prettier name!
Cutting through the flex that provides the power for the hedge trimmer is one sure way to slow down the process of hedge trimming… and that’s just what I did just before lunch yesterday. (Luckily for me I wasn’t harmed; the power came though a surge protected socket) Continue reading “At a snail’s pace….”
This afternoon after work I wandered around the garden.
Opium poppies pop up in my garden, unbidden. There are not many… well not enough for anyone to make a crop of the seeds anyway, nor to extract anything else from them….but they are rather beautiful in their papery fragility and they come up in serendipitous positions, along with the unexpected self seeded fennel, Aquilegia and foxgloves. There are of course other less welcome self seeded plants… but judicious weeding could sort them out – one day.
Now I’m off to trim the hedge. I may be gone sometime.
I know where the ivy climbs
while lords and ladies
drop in from the fields
and rambling brambles
with nettles entangle.
I notice the goosegrass
the Japanese Quince
and see the forget-me-nots
competing with peony shoots.
And I smile wearily
at the dandelions
(with their long tap roots)
as they grin at me knowingly
from their position of strength.
But from where I sit
with the scent of the Daphne drifting
over me I see tulips and cherry blossom
lit up in the Spring sunshine.
I pull on the gardening gloves.
This year I will win.
It has only just begun.
This year a little at a time
the battle between nature
and nurture will be mine.
PS this is not new, only lightly pruned, so it may not qualify for OZ poetry competition