Tuesday, 8 August 2017

 Summer days drifting away......and what a summer it has been thus far.
 Sunny, warm, with the occasional shower.     Perfect for the garden and wildlife.
 Cosmos have flourished and seem to be out of control.    I love their wayward behaviour.
 It has been a joy to walk the garden and see so many flowers.   The buzz of bees has been music to my ears.    A comfort in this ever changing world.
 Life is a journey they say.    Sometimes I feel as though I have walked a million miles.     I hope that I am becoming  older and wiser.
 I do know that life never stays the same.     
 It is not what happens to us but how we deal with it.
 Family picnics in Greenwich Park have been a delight.
Playing rounders, Frisbee, and chase...........chatting about this and that.     Watching the world go by.
 A party for Poppi and Riley.     Bringing their Fathers family to meet ours.    It was the most lovely of days.
Memories of Daniel........his childhood and much more.   We laughed such a lot, to hear about the little boy, who was always mischievous.    You live and learn.
I hope you have been able to enjoy the summer.
May life treat you kindly and you all have time to smell the flowers.

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

 I look to the sky, at last rain.   I breathe a sigh of relief and feel sure the garden is doing the same.    So little rain during the last year.     For this wet garden it has been disastrous.    We are told to be frugal with water because of low levels at the reservoirs................not good for the garden, the gardener worries.     I have already removed three trees that have died...........      
 I woke with a headache this morning.     I did not sleep well.   The humidity kept me awake.    Tossing and turning trying to get comfortable.     The night seemed endless and sleep seemed far away.
 I thought  a walk around the garden would help, but the air is oppressive.    I think we may have a storm.    This area is known for its storms.    When we first moved here, a woman had a lightening strike on an oak in her garden.    It travelled the roots of the tree and shattered her conservatory.    I am always aware when a storm is brewing.
 The dry river bed I had planned has turned into a garden.      I cannot resist planting..........This bed is full of candelabra primula.    I planted them last year.    I am surprised they have survived this drought , as they are water lovers.    Nature never ceases to amaze me.
 Summer plantings are in place.    I miss walking the garden with my parents.     My Mother would hold my hand in her latter days .    Her little hand in mine, like a child, she was so fragile, so small.
 This is for you Mum..........
and sweet peas for you Dad.     My Father grew them every year.    He would give me bunches for the house during the growing season.    I remember one time meeting him off the train.    He walked towards me with a huge bunch of sweet peas.    The scent was amazing.
A sweet memory of two amazing people who filled my life with their love and laughter.......
I miss you both............

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Pretty in pink.........

  It is raining, what a change from a week ago.    The garden shows no sign of waking up at the moment.
So I cheated, took myself off to the flower market and bought some oriental hellebore.
I just needed some colour..............

Monday, 23 January 2017


 The garden has been frozen for days.   Surely the temperatures will rise a little to allow a thaw.
 At this moment Spring seems a lifetime away.
 The house is cold.    The log store is half empty.   Keeping an open fire going during these cold days is necessary.
 I wonder which plants  will survive these prolonged temperatures.
 It is the tropical garden I am most concerned about.
For now, it is time to sit in front of the fire with a good book and a nice cup of tea.