I know it doesn’t make sense. Of course it doesn’t! But it’s happining nevertheless. I’m bringing a further (regular?) feature to my garden blog. Inspired
My question of the week is: Does the industry not sell seed of AGM plants with the deliberate intention of forcing me to buy the plants instead? Is it to maintain the genetic superiority of the plants? If so, it’s not cricket, ye oul lousers!
In the new front garden I put an old birdbath that came from my mam’s garden, filled it with water as is customary and waited
Totally unrelated to gardening, cycling or anything else normally published here, I’m uploading a super (flourless, wheat-free) Porridge Bread recipe that was given to me
Motivation Monday: Consider planting something today. A vegetable or flower, an idea, resolution or even a smile.
Much has been happening out back. The potatoes blighted, Sweet Peas just keeled over quietly and the begonias sulked for overwatering. On a positive note, everything else is doing really well, and I’m content to overlook the disappointments.
My first poem. I was helping a friend figure out a decent format for writing verse. Turns out I just went with the flow.
“Flying it” is a compliment given to a cyclist who is clearly very fit. Another phrase used is “going well”. Sounds understated, but equally complimentary. Both phrases are never used to describe oneself.
As you can imagine, now that I’ve come to think of it, I never really thought about it like that.
This ecard brings to you the fun and frolics of summer. Best viewed in landscape mode on phone, with sound on. Just click on the
It’s easy to overlook a plant in decline. I’ll photograph this once a month, to savour the importance of seeing beauty after the first flush of youth and maturity.
Resting now. I’m not sure who she is, but very welcome, I’d imagine. Pádraig.
While checking my three weather apps, I noticed that sunrise would be at 5:16am, so I got up just a bit earlier to get a photograph for the start of summer.
My love of gardening came from mam, as she tended her small terraced garden. I can clearly remember her love of dahlias, roses, sweet peas and marigolds.
And so you pour yourself into it, care so much, and see up close so much birth, and growth, and beauty, and danger, and triumph. And then everything dies anyway, right? But you just keep doing it.
I’m delighted that I was able to grow so many plants since the last week of January. Now it’s time to set them free.
Vaccine Day Link to my visit in October 2020 Pádraig.
Last week I was waiting for the opening of travel restrictions and visiting beautiful gardens. This week, I’m realising that beauty is on my doorstep.
The lettuces and spinach have been moved to the shadier side of the garden. They will get good sunshine until lunchtime, but for that to happen the sun must shine.
Happy plants can survive the ups and downs of life. Not alone that, but they blossom most beautifully when the time is right.
