Monday, 25 September 2017

the perfect September

All the months are crude experiments out of which
the perfect September is made.
   Virginia Woolf A Passionate Apprentice

September border

                      If August is 'a wicked month' (Edna O'Brien) then September is the 'morning after the night before month'. Borders are flushed with the tell-tale signs of over indulgence, leading inevitably to feeling a bit seedy!

Rudbeckias and Japanese anemones

The glorious perennials are, like many of us, past their best but determined to have a final flowery fling before accepting that the autumn of their days will unrelentingly make way for a steady decline into the somnambulism of winter.

cosmos purissima

Monday, 1 May 2017

Glory in the springs that are yours

For every person who has ever lived 
there has come, at last, a spring he will never see.
Glory then in the springs that are yours
                                               Pam Brown

Somewhat belated but Spring has Sprung!

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Soil is memory made flesh...

Soil is memory made flesh
is past and present combined:
nothing goes away
               Maggie O'Farrell


I was in despair at the end of last year.
The left hand side fence of Pablo's garden had to be replaced, accordingly everything at that side of the border had to be ruthlessly cut back.  This was what remained!

and after!

With the New Year came resolution - I would look on the blank canvas as an opportunity and replant as necessary.
The pre-existing clematis montana and climbing roses had become so overgrown that, try as I might, I couldn't control them as I wanted. Now I could begin anew.  I have repositioned many of the garden ornaments in the border and indulged in a number of different clematis. New climbing roses are next on my shopping list.

The brilliant Norman has been and wrestled with the rampant ivy on the garage and the two huge pear trees and succeeded with taming the trees on the right hand border  All that is needed now is another general tidying session if the weather holds.

And look what has appeared almost overnight 

Sign of hope in despair
'A gentle creature, with beauty all her own...'


I can't wait to see what appears next!