Dear departed Geoff Hamilton (or was it the not-at-all-departed Alan Titchmarsh?) said that his father used to say "every now and then a garden needs a good looking at". Ie You are allowed to down and enjoy being in it.
Daughter prepared salads, son-in-law, who loves reverting to caveman, invented fire and tracked down a few mammoFirefox cook, while the grand children just played ... Oh yes, and I did a nice bit of weeding. Isn't it great when the earth just lets the weeds come up clean?
Then we just enjoyed the meal in a relaxed Mediterranean manner with that unusual phenomenon: sunshine!
Good weather and the company of lovely people makes the run-of-the-mill gardening chores seem so much easier.
A lovely day at last. Removed 3 barrowloads of weeds, dug, manured and planted in a bed that I hadn't touched for a year or sorted properly for 2 years. Got depressed with it because the deer kept eating the plants I wanted and the plants that survived were the extra vigorous sort. Ache.
OH fenced the main flower garden against deer, but this bit is outside the fence.
Had smoked salmon and home grown salad for lunch sitting in the sun. Felt like being on holiday.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Since most of my catch up jobs were done yesterday, I had the luxury of weeding a bed and planting the same plant 17 times until it finally found it's place to live
Okay, not quite 17 times, but I remember moving it at least thrice!
I have a terrible time placing plants. I love gardening so much, I enjoy many creative endeavours and am pretty artist to boot but ask me to make my mind up about where a plant should live and...
decisions, decisions...really. I'm pathetic. I purposefully leave them in pots and move them around the borders until I'm really really sure and then what happens? As soon as they are in the ground, I get a new idea or a doubt or a reason why it won't work and I can't just let it be. It's a wonder that the poor things don't give up on me but I figure that well, they've already been shifted once...will they really notice again?
Heaven would be the perfect garden with no wrong choices
FG, you are at your strongest, age wise, just keep on doing things like building fences and you will remain strong! I can still climb up scaffold towers, because I don't stop doing it. In fact I wish I had space to have a permanent climbing frame in the garden.
Wintersong - I know what you mean about decisions - 'indecisive' is my middle name ... at times ... or sometimes... (or was it 'uncertain' - I'm not sure)
But seriously, would you really prefer to have no choices left to make? There's a lovely story about someone who loved painting murals using water-based paint on the outside of his house.
He was asked by one of those people who likes life ito be based totally on certainties: "But doesn't that mean when the rains come you have to start all over?"
The first man replied "My life is about "forever creating', yours is about 'creating forevers'.
I bet I know which you would really prefer. (Oops! I think I was just a bit certain there...)
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I knew I was the 'baby' here...if you add on 28 that's the real age.
art- that sounds a lovely thing to do. I always like to call them 'muriels'
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Fg, we have muriels as well
In the sticks near Peterborough
What did I do in the garden today?
Well we had a barbecue!
Dear departed Geoff Hamilton (or was it the not-at-all-departed Alan Titchmarsh?) said that his father used to say "every now and then a garden needs a good looking at". Ie You are allowed to down and enjoy being in it.
Daughter prepared salads, son-in-law, who loves reverting to caveman, invented fire and tracked down a few mammoFirefox cook, while the grand children just played ... Oh yes, and I did a nice bit of weeding. Isn't it great when the earth just lets the weeds come up clean?
Then we just enjoyed the meal in a relaxed Mediterranean manner with that unusual phenomenon: sunshine!
Good weather and the company of lovely people makes the run-of-the-mill gardening chores seem so much easier.
Oh yes, and I've potted up about 140 plug plants in the last two days!
Lovely Birdy
And we've got another summer day tomorrow, though maybe we should keep quiet about it. Those living in the west have something less wonderful coming
In the sticks near Peterborough
Some really weird typos crept into last two posts.
"... son-in-law .... invented fire and tracked down a few mammoFirefox cook,"
should have read:
.. son-in-law .... invented fire and tracked down a few mammoths to cook,"
(I wonder what a "mammoFirefox" is?)
A lovely day at last. Removed 3 barrowloads of weeds, dug, manured and planted in a bed that I hadn't touched for a year or sorted properly for 2 years. Got depressed with it because the deer kept eating the plants I wanted and the plants that survived were the extra vigorous sort. Ache.
OH fenced the main flower garden against deer, but this bit is outside the fence.
Had smoked salmon and home grown salad for lunch sitting in the sun. Felt like being on holiday.
Since most of my catch up jobs were done yesterday, I had the luxury of weeding a bed
and planting the same plant 17 times until it finally found it's place to live 
Okay, not quite 17 times, but I remember moving it at least thrice!
I have a terrible time placing plants. I love gardening so much, I enjoy many creative endeavours and am pretty artist to boot but ask me to make my mind up about where a plant should live and...
decisions, decisions...really. I'm pathetic. I purposefully leave them in pots and move them around the borders until I'm really really sure and then what happens? As soon as they are in the ground, I get a new idea or a doubt or a reason why it won't work and I can't just let it be. It's a wonder that the poor things don't give up on me but I figure that well, they've already been shifted once...will they really notice again?
Heaven would be the perfect garden with no wrong choices
FG, you are at your strongest, age wise, just keep on doing things like building fences and you will remain strong! I can still climb up scaffold towers, because I don't stop doing it.
In fact I wish I had space to have a permanent climbing frame in the garden.
Wintersong - I know what you mean about decisions - 'indecisive' is my middle name ... at times ... or sometimes... (or was it 'uncertain' - I'm not sure)
But seriously, would you really prefer to have no choices left to make? There's a lovely story about someone who loved painting murals using water-based paint on the outside of his house.
He was asked by one of those people who likes life ito be based totally on certainties: "But doesn't that mean when the rains come you have to start all over?"
The first man replied "My life is about "forever creating', yours is about 'creating forevers'.
I bet I know which you would really prefer. (Oops! I think I was just a bit certain there...)