I just enjoy every aspect of a garden. The ability to be creative,to nurture to grow. It helps ground me and it's the one place that I truely loose myself. Even in the depths of winter I bring my evergreen pots to the fore. Then the slow abundance as spring develops and the wonder of bulbs. I find summer hard work as have garden and allotment to water but enjoy the fruits of my labour's. Then the glory of autumn on my acers. Favourite thing is a smell. Rain on hot earth and the promise of renewal it brings x
I think everyones said it! I look forward to seeing the first green shoots of the daffs just after Christmas.And my favourite part of the garden at the moment is the dry stone wall,with the promise of the Aubretia about to flower and tumble down it,mixed with Nasturtium seeds which have now popped up!
The whole truth is an instrument that can only be played by an expert.
I love being in my garden on a warm sunshiny day, just pottering around, listening to bird song and seeing what is coming up next. The excitement of seeing the wisteria turning purple and the first roses.
Waking up is a good start. Then looking out of the bedroom window on an apple tree in full blossom with a Lilac in deep purple flower one side a Rhododendron red flowers the other and a Pieris in a pot fronting them. Stockton is quite a green area all the roads have wild life borders trees and hedges now in flower as we went off to walk on the beach yesterday. Along the Promenade with the tide right up to the wall a warmish southerly breeze and a view from the Headlands at Hartlepool to the North Gare of the River Tees all golden sands. My many years of memories are active, from playing on the beaches as a lad, Throwing Hand Grenades as we practiced in the army, to my own children and dogs having carefree days in the same places. A garden is hard work but gives joy when it all comes together, (well for a little while together) we are never completely satisfied are we. Frank.
Turning lousy soil into a rich growing medium. I was digging over my lasagna beds hunting couch grass roots, digging down a spade depth.. which is a bit deeper than the beds. The beds are full of a rich soil that was leaves, grass cuttings, and kitchen scraps a few years ago. The sand and clay they are over has been extremely improved due to the efforts of the worms. They've laced the below soil with trails of dark brown, taking the quality soil deeper into the ground.. with no effort on my part!
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Even in the depths of winter I bring my evergreen pots to the fore. Then the slow abundance as spring develops and the wonder of bulbs. I find summer hard work as have garden and allotment to water but enjoy the fruits of my labour's. Then the glory of autumn on my acers.
Favourite thing is a smell. Rain on hot earth and the promise of renewal it brings x
Then looking out of the bedroom window on an apple tree in full blossom with a Lilac in deep purple flower one side a Rhododendron red flowers the other and a Pieris in a pot fronting them.
Stockton is quite a green area all the roads have wild life borders trees and hedges now in flower as we went off to walk on the beach yesterday. Along the Promenade with the tide right up to the wall a warmish southerly breeze and a view from the Headlands at Hartlepool to the North Gare of the River Tees all golden sands.
My many years of memories are active, from playing on the beaches as a lad, Throwing Hand Grenades as we practiced in the army, to my own children and dogs having carefree days in the same places.
A garden is hard work but gives joy when it all comes together, (well for a little while together) we are never completely satisfied are we.
Frank.