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.
As a result of the recent muggy evenings, there are an estimated eighteen thousand snails and slugs crawling about. Effectively, I only need about five
Coffee, the sound of running water and smashing sunshine. There’s colder days forecast later this week, so now’s time to savour the moment. The time
By about 1610 tulip mania reached frenzied heights. A single bulb of a new variety was acceptable as dowry for a bride, and a flourishing brewery in France was exchanged for one bulb of the variety Tulipe Brasserie.
Here’s a look back to July 2020. I have a central area on the patio which changes in appearance regularly. In it I have some
I think it’s very strange that the name of certain plants just keep getting forgotten, lost in that back left corner of my brain. That corner must be nearly full by now, and refuses to give up its secrets!
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to one ald all, at home and abroad. Éirinn Go Brách!
This week there’s beer and changed plans (not connected), frost and fun. Grab a coffee, put on your glasses and be open to a bit of mild garden fun.
I’ve been kept busy caring for my seedlings and I’ve a path worn from the propagator in the utility room to the glasshouse. It was also a week for some good cycling, albeit in circles within my 5km zone.
I’ll give my love pressed bamboo leaves. I’d have included roses if V-Day were in summer. I know that pressed bamboo doesn’t quite cut the mustard, yet she understands my ways. It’s as good as an offer to help with the hoovering.
If this were a video, you’d hear me saying something like: “How are your Sweet Peas?” You like the fragrance of sweet peas? These beauties
Here we go again with my formerly-regular Just Three Things. In case you’re unfamiliar with this, I write regularly about my short early morning wander
I’m noticing the grand oul stretch in the evening. There’s an extra one hour and forty minutes of daylight since the start of January, forty in the morning and a full hour at the other end. That’s why you don’t hear anyone saying there’s a grand oul stretch in the morning
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