‘I do sincerely trust
that the benediction
that is always awaiting me
in my garden may by degrees be more deserved and that I may grow in grace and patience and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers
I so much love.’ Elizabeth von Arnim
The garden remains overgrown
and the snails are merrily munching everything in sight. Although I’m not fond
of them I merely dislodge them and throw them as far as I can, despite knowing
that they stoically turn around and methodically glide back from whence they
Rabbits have eaten all the
beans and peas on the allotment but as the flowers of the broad bean are said
to induce madness and bad dreams perhaps that is no bad thing.
snails have chomped their way through my carefully-nurtured sunflowers. I hope
to have rescued three - out of a whole seed tray - which is such a pity as each
year my huge sunflowers have waved cheerfully to all and sundry as they leaned
over the allotment fence.
White wisteria flowers at last!
I have managed to plant out
most of the new perennials for the border, despite the huge deluge on Sunday
afternoon that thoroughly soaked both Pablo and me.
Only fit for entering a wet
t-shirt competition, I consoled myself by remembering that my grandmother
always maintained that ‘rain was good for the complexion’. She always rinsed
her hair in rain water too. Grandma Lee wore her hair in a small, flat bun,
held in place under a fine hairnet and I recollect how amazed I was the first
time I saw her wash her hair – in a bowl on the table – to see that it reached
almost to her waist.