I couldn'y agree more-that gardening makes you happy or at least happier. I'm disabled and virtually house bound and I love my garden, it just thrills me with delight. When I was working we were lucky and able to buy Well mortgaged) a very quaint Cornish cottage with a very sorry state for a garden. It's just a mixture of smells ,textures and colours. In fact I'm not that well at the mo-BUT went into the garden and smelt one of my "David Austin" roses-and WOW!! I feel much better. And its the change of the seasons and the light, you can really smell and feel the difference.
Yes, its true its a burden, but its a burden I welcome :-)))
Gardening definetly makes me happy- mind you I don't do digging or any other hard work. As to equating it to housework---no way Love gardening hate housework. Neat cared for garden, house least said the better
I have a very old friend who lives in a block of flats in central London. When I email her and talk about the changing seasons she says that she hasn't noticed the leaves turning colour or the frost on the grass....
I'd rather be in my garden than anywhere else, especially this time of the year when all the hard work is done and you can enjoy the results. However, it is difficult just to sit and enjoy a glass of wine under the shady tree when you spot a bit of dead-heading to be done, or a stray weed has appeared! The nightly watering is becoming a chore though as I have sooooo many pots and hanging baskets, and it hasn't rained here for months. All these thunderstorms are passing us by, and the garden is crying out for a good downpour - hey ho - on with lugging the watering cans around again!
i hope all gardeners are not like me. sometimes i go into the garden with a cup of tea just to sit and relax, but as soon as i enter the garden, something catches my attention and the cup of tea is forgotten. By the time i get back to the tea, its too cold. There have been times where a half drank cup of tea or two have been lost in the borders. . i just love gardening. i dont know what i would do without it. sometimes its back breaking, sometimes its sad when u loose a loved plants, or the cats dig up all yr new plants or the winds knock everything down, but its great when everything comes together. the icing on the cake is, when people commend u on how beautiful yr garden looks. i am addicted.
I live in my garden and can't get enough of it.I saw my first dragon fly on my pond yesterday.I have come to a stage where I cannot plant anything now,but i have a small area near my decking and plan to build a pizza oven on it then my garden will be complete.I live next to a small wood and get lots of wild live coming into the garden.What a great pleasure it is to be able to sit back and just enjoy the wonders of nature.
I love my garden too, but what is making me sad at the moment is bumble bees, I have seen so many on flowers gathering pollen then the next time I look, the bee is dead!!
it doesn't happen with every bumble bee or on a particular plant but I'm seeing quite a few, has anyone one else noticed this happening and if so why?
“I am a woman in the Autumn of her life. I recently married Terry, the chairman of I am a woman in the Autumn of her life. I recently married Terry, the chairman of our local amateur dramatics society. As this is a marriage intended solely for companionship, romantic relations are of no consequence to me – his oily skin and thick curly black hair make him look like a Latin Edward Miliband. Thus, my garden has provided a much needed escape from his amorous advances.
However, the Summer has drenched the garden in colour and life; the flowers bursting out of the ground and the shrubbery thick and exotic. I must confess, presented with such unbridled, rampant proliferation, I have - on more than one occasion - come over quite hot while in my garden.
Now when I watch Terry on stage, I squint, I can pretend he is John Nettles. And Terrys’ swarthy features - his dark beard and olive skin - are making it extremely difficult to sit still during ‘The Archers.’” – Margaret, Blisworth
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Love being in the garden, that's we're I am really happy, just lose myself out there.
Yes, its true its a burden, but its a burden I welcome :-)))
Gardening definetly makes me happy- mind you I don't do digging or any other hard work. As to equating it to housework---no way Love gardening hate housework. Neat cared for garden, house least said the better
I have a very old friend who lives in a block of flats in central London. When I email her and talk about the changing seasons she says that she hasn't noticed the leaves turning colour or the frost on the grass....
I couldn't live like that.
when you were younger. You will find if you have a few wild corners in
your garden that the declining hedgehog may make a home with you
(as long as you don't use slug pellets, as these will kill him along with the
thrushes and blackbirds if he eats a snail or slug which has eaten the
pellets - I know because I've taken quite a few to the local vet to put down
as they were dying in agony). A neat garden is great to look at but a less
manicured garden can be equally rewarding, as the wildlife you will see will
more than compensate.
I'd rather be in my garden than anywhere else, especially this time of the year when all the hard work is done and you can enjoy the results. However, it is difficult just to sit and enjoy a glass of wine under the shady tree when you spot a bit of dead-heading to be done, or a stray weed has appeared! The nightly watering is becoming a chore though as I have sooooo many pots and hanging baskets, and it hasn't rained here for months. All these thunderstorms are passing us by, and the garden is crying out for a good downpour - hey ho - on with lugging the watering cans around again!
i hope all gardeners are not like me. sometimes i go into the garden with a cup of tea just to sit and relax, but as soon as i enter the garden, something catches my attention and the cup of tea is forgotten. By the time i get back to the tea, its too cold. There have been times where a half drank cup of tea or two have been lost in the borders.
. i just love gardening. i dont know what i would do without it. sometimes its back breaking, sometimes its sad when u loose a loved plants, or the cats dig up all yr new plants or the winds knock everything down, but its great when everything comes together. the icing on the cake is, when people commend u on how beautiful yr garden looks. i am addicted.
I love my garden too, but what is making me sad at the moment is bumble bees, I have seen so many on flowers gathering pollen then the next time I look, the bee is dead!!
it doesn't happen with every bumble bee or on a particular plant but I'm seeing quite a few, has anyone one else noticed this happening and if so why?
“I am a woman in the Autumn of her life. I recently married Terry, the chairman of I am a woman in the Autumn of her life. I recently married Terry, the chairman of our local amateur dramatics society. As this is a marriage intended solely for companionship, romantic relations are of no consequence to me – his oily skin and thick curly black hair make him look like a Latin Edward Miliband. Thus, my garden has provided a much needed escape from his amorous advances.
However, the Summer has drenched the garden in colour and life; the flowers bursting out of the ground and the shrubbery thick and exotic. I must confess, presented with such unbridled, rampant proliferation, I have - on more than one occasion - come over quite hot while in my garden.
Now when I watch Terry on stage, I squint, I can pretend he is John Nettles. And Terrys’ swarthy features - his dark beard and olive skin - are making it extremely difficult to sit still during ‘The Archers.’” – Margaret, Blisworth
And for more gardening stories, visit www.alanmuxlow.co.uk