Yesterday was plain awful (you can say that again),
Yesterday was plain awful
That’s from Annie. Small girl likes to sing the musicals.
Look at this: I’ve become a bit obsessed with shadow photos and this one has to be my favourite ever. Me, on a ladybird’s back, on a blackcurrant leaf. I love it.
I think it might be a nice idea to have a garden update, somewhere around the middle of each month. It might help my garden planning.
Think of this as slow-blogging. Let’s prove that social media is not all about instant gratification.
The Pulmonaria are a hive of activity. I pull a chair right up beside them and watch the bees. They are absolutely fascinating.
The white lilac is in bloom. This smells wonderful. This plant hasn’t thrived, it’s probably too exposed to wind, but every bloom is a treasure.
Remember the David Austen roses I got for my birthday last year? The lovely box they came in is still serving beautifully as a seat for the dog in the boot of my car. The rosebuds are a complete tease.
This, I think, is Claire Austin and will be white when it opens.
My steadfast Graham Thomas looks like it will be the first to deliver the goods. Reliable, generous and with a sunny disposition; if you are thinking of buying one rose, make it this one.
Plans are afoot to finally build proper raised beds in the kitchen garden. Husband is a genius with a bit of scaffolding board. Raspberries are down the right had border, an artichoke in the bottom right corner, rhubarb across the end. Front right is a redcurrant, behind that a black and a white currant. The three on the left are our gooseberry bushes.
We will, at the very least, have beans to eat…
…and spuds to mash them into.
A fig or two to follow.
I love watching the fruit develop. Can you see the tiny gooseberry forming at the base of the flower? Isn’t that just the most amazing thing? If I believe in anything, it is in this.
The flower shrinks (until it finally becomes the calyx) and the fruit swells. It’s a miracle.
We have three varieties of gooseberry. They flower at different times and mature at different rates. They vary greatly in sweetness and hairiness, like people (I’m thinking particularly of teenagers here) do, I suppose.
The crab apple is shedding petals like snow and the tiny apples are just beginning to form.
As are the tiny pears.
There aren’t a lot of flowers but I’m happy to steal them all for the kitchen table. It seems pointless to leave them outside it the rain.
A May bouquet:
Cowslips are extremely photogenic. They seem to hold a promise of sunshine.
I’m not sure I’d bet my bottom dollar on it but here’s hoping that
Tomorrow, there’ll be sun
Take it away, Small Girl…