Weekend Jobs

It was cold last Saturday, 4C, but calm with occasional spells of sunshine that made the garden more enjoyable to work in. The garden is undergoing a bit of a change, through necessity, and at the moment it’s not the prettiest of places. However, the winter gloom has given way to signs of spring as the borders turn green with emerging perennials and a few little splashes of cheerful colour here and there courtesy of spring bulbs and hellebores.

I’m longing for the day when the sun streams in my bedroom window early in the morning and I can hear the birds chirping outside. It’s always motivation to get up and get started with whatever happens to be on the agenda.

But back to the jobs that husband & I managed to tick off the list last Saturday. Two hydrangeas were lifted and replanted elsewhere. Six Hellebores were also dug up and moved to a shadier bed. Various perennials were replanted or moved from one area to another, and a new Exochorda ‘Niagara’ was planted. I’d love to think it would be covered in masses of flowers this spring, but I think it’s too young for that, so I’ll appreciate whatever flowers it offers up.

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March 2023 – and it’s hello again from me.

If you follow the meteorological calendar, then it’s springtime right now and you can say farewell to winter. If you follow the astronomical calendar, then spring starts on the 20th of March this year. Either way, it’s close enough to inject us with all the hope and excitement that fresh life in the garden brings. Perennials will be popping up from the cold soil and trees and shrubs will be starting to bud. Late winter bulbs are blooming, and early spring bulbs are pushing through the soil with great determination.

It’s also now time for me to get this blog back up and running. I thought I’d be away for a number of months, but one accident was followed by another, then another. I won’t bore you with the details. Time had unexpectedly moved on and I hadn’t.

I’m looking out my window as I type, and the garden is starting to morph from a barren wasteland to one with spreading greenery (mostly, I have to say, due to the forget-me-nots that seem to adore this heavy clay soil) and little pops of colour from snowdrops, crocus and hellebore. Narcissi are in bud, and a few have opened, adding some welcome rays of sunshine to my view.

There are so many fabulous plant combinations in today’s plant-rich world, some of which would take your breath away, but at this point in time, mine is the tulip and the lovely little forget-me-not combination. The images are from previous springs.

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Happy New Year

2020 certainly went out with a bang. For me anyway. On Tuesday I was walking on our prom when I slipped on ice and broke my shoulder – the top of the humerus bone to be precise.

And so, 2021 opens with the prospect of no gardening and no photographs for a while. But it is not all doom and gloom as flower and seed catalogues are starting to drop through the letterbox and I’m sure I can pass some hours daydreaming of the spring and summer garden.

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Happy Christmas

I hope this little message finds you all healthy and happy during these strange and often frightening times. In spite of all the restrictions that we’re living with, hopefully, you and all your loved ones can find joy during this Christmas Season.

Take care, stay safe and we’ll meet up again with all our gardening stories, in 2021!

Catherine xx

A Walk in my Garden

A few years back a friend said to me that paper was dead. We have all this wonderful technology – all books will be digital and paper will soon be redundant. I couldn’t agree less. There’s nothing to beat snuggling up on a comfy sofa with a much-loved book, running your fingers over the paper and turning each page. It might be an old photo album full of fading photographs of great and even great-great-grandparents, a novel, a book of poetry, a family bible or a journal. Words and images on paper – why would we ever want to be without that magic.

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