Sunday, June 18, 2017

June 17th, 2017

An afternoon stroll in the garden

to welcome

the Blue Delphinium

and the promise made by these lovely plump lily buds...

A furtive raid on the potato-growing bag

yielded half a dozen small spuds

which I enjoyed for dinner

with butter and a wee bit of mint.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Garden, the Rain and the Wind

Great lashings of rain these past two nights and the roses at the gate in full bloom, bending their pretty pink skirts down to the ground as midnight showers approach.  

Well, not showers.  They have been really heavy rains, although I don't hear them, sheltered as I am in my small house with two others close by on each side.

Yesterday Frank (who had to take the yard-clipping barrels out to the roadside through a tunnel of cabbage roses and purple clematis)
found a sturdy yellow hose and tied the roses back to the fence.

So today they are erect, but droopingly damp, if you know what I mean.

I am thrilled to have some
foxgloves growing in
the garden...

This seems to be the year
for them.

There is a pot by the back door
with a magnificent  mauve
foxgloves growing in it,
putting out new branches
every day.

 A small bee -
 a lovely pastel shade, 
was hovering over the digitalis 
and each time I tried to get a picture 
it burrowed a little deeper into those lovely speckled blooms.

The clematis was not too much
affected by the rain and wind
as I had secured it to the
scrolls on the iron arbor
that frames the entrance
to the garden,
and besides that clematis has a little
more stamina than roses.

It started to rain again when I was out taking pictures
so I hurried in, only stopping
long enough to take in the scent
of the little new
Philadelphia Orange I thought to rescue from
the old garden, but when I went up there yesterday
I was on cloud nine to see that
the large Philadelphia Orange had survived

and the roses over the gateway Charles made
are a massive pink bloom.

All the dead roses gone
and the garden looking as if someone
loved it.

So pleased and thankful!!!

Monday, June 5, 2017

In the garden - again

June the 5th, 2017
In the Garden again

I lose myself daily in the garden.  Walk to the gate, accompanying my daughter as she leaves after morning coffee, and most days I don't make it  back into the house for an hour or two.

So why, I thought to myself, do I not resurrect my Garden Diary, and in it put my progress with the weeds and my delight in the magic and daily surprises I find here!!

So I did....

and here is my first entry, after three years....

Bruce and I came out for early coffee this morning and listened to all the twittering going on as the small birds go about their business.  In the background was the flutter of a flock of Clarke's Nutcrackers and the ping as they drop new crop/old crop (?) of walnuts from the neighbour's tremendously large walnut trees on to the tin roof of her shed.  Ping, ping.....

Coffee done, and a little meditation finished, my eye is caught by a small patch of wild violets where that little patch should not be, and I bent to remove it.....wrong move, - once I am in that position my eyes rove along the bed and I am gone for a Burton (not in the usual RAF sense, just missing from the breakfast table!)

The wild violet seems to have taken the place of the Chinese Railway which strewed Lanterns along the root-railway they used to construct, and now when I see one I rather cherish it,  not having too many Chinese Lanterns around for drying any more.

However, the wild violet is so prolific it makes the garden look like an overgrown jungle.  Not all the wild violet's fault, - I am inclined to want everything I have ever had garden-wise tucked in here, and there, and there and there, ad infinitum.......

The jewels of the garden are in the parts, not the whole,
although that is pleasing too if you happen
to be walking down the lane and come
across a little oasis of green grass and flowers.

Today the cabbage roses are in full bloom...

The single white peony is still glorious,
but the iris, and the early peonies, are beginning to tire, and fade

Too many nights out dancing, - 
they are shaggy and faltering
but their memory lingers on...

It seems that the scarlet poppies have been caught by the night winds too.

but they make a lovely picture as they sway in the morning breeze.

It was after ten when I finally came in for breakfast,
but now it is after noon
and time that I had a small snack.

What will tomorrow bring??
Watch for the delphiniums that are beginning to open....
and the lilies, whose buds become more and more pregnant
(is that possible?)