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.
Category: Six on Saturday
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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
February 1st 2021. Generally regarded as the first day of spring here in Ireland, the 1st of February is the feast of Saint Brigid. I’m
We bought this about fifteen years ago, but never connected an electricity supply. A few years later it became more difficult when our dog Jessie chewed through the cables.
The propagator is set at 18°C and an old horse numna helps keep things warm. Also of importance in the process is the Brother labelling machine and Milbona Greek style yoghurt containers. Creamy natural low-fat.
20th January 2021. When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry. A sea we
A female blackbird became trapped in the glasshouse during the week, and wreaked havoc. In Irish we would call it “rí rá agus ruaille buaille.” Such a lovely phrase.
I discovered that there are several vegetables that will grow away slowly right through the winter. and I’m thrilled also because there’s no bolting.
8th January 2021. How does the garden off-season progress? I guess it’s different for each of us. In my case, November is still very busy
7th January 2021 My January Inspiration seemed to be glaringly absent this morning. You see, I had followed TV coverage of events in Washington overnight
Wednesday, 6th January 2021. I buy a packet of Dahlia seeds most years, and I’m thinking that by now I really should have a dynasty.