7th November 2020.
I’ve been busy this past week. The weather was
cold fuar but mostly dry. There was much tidying upping and I even got as far as the front yard, while keeping a close eye súil géar on events across the Atlantic. My selection this week attempts to give a flavour of where things are at.
The leaves of the Acer are strewn beautifully on the ground after the recent Storm Aiden. A different storm has toppled the The Trump. However the debris is not nearly so pretty. I’ll be able to do a quick tidy up very soon, but the tidy up process in the US will be a
mammoth task job mór.
I just noticed there’s a tree
trump stump above. In fact, it is merely a large log I had put there for effect. Speaking of such a log, I am very satisfied that I logged my thoughts immediately after the mid-term elections in 2018. I referred to the president as The Trump, because I do not want to use rude words. Do take a seven-minute read when you have time. Skip the bit about rhubarb and go right to hitting-the-nail on the head.
I had a decent crop of strawberries during the summer, despite being very naive about protecting them. I now know that if they are not protected from marauding birds, it will not be worth my while buying cream.
This is the last attempt to prolong the inevitable but it will not flip to red. If it were a politician, I’d use the word empleomania. This might a good time for My Word of the Day: ’empleomania’: the overwhelming and manic desire to hold public office, at any cost. Nature will prevail. It will either rot on the stem or be cast aside for worm food.
I’ll be honest. I get a big thrill when conditions allow a plant to continue in flower beyond its normal season. I also get a small thrill when I dump a plant that I do not like. I have learned not to feel guilty. This one, below, is called Nerine. I got it from mam’s garden and it’s a keeper. I wrote a lovely article (*** gently straightening my coróin) about mam’s small garden in 2018. Tap here to speed-read.
The first of my September cuttings have emerged from the cold frame, having rooted quickly. Pelargoniums and geraniums generally root very easily. I’ve logged the facts. There are still many more whose rooting status remains unknown. As soon as more information comes to me I’ll be able to report the big picture. However, without bragging publicly about my success, I am quietly confident that the majority of cuttings will root successfully. I cannot claim that every single cutting will survive the traumas of the underworld. What I will say is that I will do everything by the book. Ché sera, sera.
I’m thrilled also with this side of the garden below. This year I’ve added several eye-catchers, including the Ash Tree, the Budda Man and the water pumping machine. I do have planning permission to erect a timber fence and to remove the plastic oil tank as we upgrade to an alternative heating system. Climate action based on science, you might say. In the meantime, the potted daffodils and polyanthus(es?) will shoot up shortly after Christmas. H-anam an diabhal, I said the Christmas word! Moving along speedily…
There are 164 polyanthus(es?) and so I got stuck in, getting most of them planted out for the winter and early spring. I am happy to certify that 164 is the exact number. There are no fake polyanthus(es?)-pretenders. The integrity of the counting has been tracked and verified. And, of course, it’s very clear. The winner is… me! I’ll be hoping that they flower in tandem with the defeat of Coronavirus and recovery of world economies.
Wouldn’t you just love to visit many other gardens from around the World? England, Wales, Scotland, Belgium America, Canada, Australia and New Zealand are well represented on this week’s Six-on-Saturday over at The Propagator. Read all about it and follow this week’s gardeners’ gardens. You may join in free gratis, saor in aisce. Ireland has several keen enthusiasts, and I’m proud to be among them. That’s it for this week. Stay safe, enjoy your garden and garden reading, keep your distance and wash your hands. I’ll be back next week so until then, slán go fóill.
“He who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.” ~ Anne Brontë
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