Take time to smell the flowers......

Another day.......

2012-02-10T08:38:00.000-08:00

Tku all so much for taking part in my competition. I love each and every one of your comments.
Mr P chose the winner, I narrowed it down to three and really could not make up my mind.

He chose Dan's which read "I see a fight scene - two rather exotic octopuses. The one in the main part of the picture is the 'sinking' loser and you can see the arms of the departing victor drifting off to other battles."

Excellent, you have a wonderful imagination Dan, I shall get the book off to you sometime this week.

The garden is covered in snow, it seems reluctant to leave. Nights are freezing........I feel like hibernating.

Coums struggle to make their presence felt.

My mother is very unwell at the moment. I see her most days. She has refused to have a doctor.........trying to respect her wishes has been tough. I believe we all have a right to choose our own journey, whatever, it may be. Whilst my mother's body is fragile, her mind is strong.
I believe she will get through this present illness. I will try to keep blogging, but forgive me if I disappear occasionally. Until the next time........

Tell me, what do you see ??

2012-02-06T00:55:00.000-08:00

I have been meaning to take a photograph of this rose hip for the last week. We obviously have a very artistic robin in the garden. Tell me, what do you see ??

An early start.

2012-02-05T00:52:00.000-08:00

I look at the clock.    It is 5.00 am.     Mr P sleeps peacefully beside me, he has had a long hard week.   He needs to rest.   Sounds are muffled, I know the snow has arrived.   Tick tock, tick tock.   I look at the clock, it is 5.40 am.   I wonder if I can creep from the bedroom without disturbing my weary husband.     I walk across the floor trying to avoid the creaky boards.
I escape, rush downstairs, put my coat over my dressing gown.    Scarf, hat, and wellies follow.
I let Nella out of her room and we both head for the garden.    She rushes out ploughing up the snow with her long nose.   She disappears into the distance and I head for the shed.
I start by clearing spaces for the birds to feed.     I fill feeders and chop the scraps from the kitchen.    I make sure there is water available.     When the birds wake breakfast will be ready :)

I live and breathe wildlife. My mothers depression did not allow friends to visit when I was a child. My life was spent mainly with my brother and the flora and fauna that lived alongside us. It was never a problem, I was a happy little girl.......I have not changed much over the years, I am still the same happy little girl inside :)

I look at the tree house and think of my dear Grandchildren having fun in the snow today. Snowball fights with Mummy and perhaps a run through the woods that lie at the back of their house.

The birds arrive in large numbers and I am happy knowing the garden is a sanctuary for them.
Sweet robin sits and lets me take a photograph.....we are friends. I feed him insects when I dig the garden. I would be lost without this space. The garden is my church, a place where I can be me, no questions asked :)

Ice anyone ??

2012-02-03T03:35:00.000-08:00

The snow never arrived but temperatures dropped rapidly last night.
I was up and out early this morning cleaning feeders, re-stocking them and making sure the birds had plenty of available water. Birds not only need to drink, but also to bath to keep their plumage clean. Whilst you snuggle with your loved ones in front of a cosy fire, spare a thought for the creatures at your doorstep. This is a changing world, and many are in decline, they need all the help we can give them. :-)

Have a lovely weekend......perhaps a brisk walk with your loved one and family pet.
That is my intention.........I am looking forward to it :)

Moss gardens.

2012-02-02T10:51:00.000-08:00

Moss is often found in Japanese gardens. It brings softness to the space. I have always loved japanese moss gardens. Whilst reading a gardening magazine a few years ago I was captivated by the above image. My garden is full of moss due to the high water table, so I decided to try and create something similar to the above. I did not realise how long it would take for the moss to cover a small area.

It is slowly creeping, and I do mean slowly. I added a small piece of moss two years ago and this is the result. The two barrels that lie below the oak bucket are partially covered......the light was wrong today so I could not get a true photograph, so will post another time.

I am pleased with the effect.......hmmmmm, now all I need is a frog !!

No floppy plants this year !

2012-01-29T02:11:00.000-08:00

I always leave staking my plants until the last moment. Bamboo canes are cheap but not ideal when the plant is top heavy. So, I asked Mr P everso nicely, if he could make me some 'rustic' supports. A week later he came home with two dozen. I spent a few moments yesterday putting them in the borders and shall finish the rest today.

As you can see they fit in well. I find rusty metal works very well in this cottage garden.
By the time summer is in full flow you will not even know they are there :)

What plant supports do you use in your garden???

A star will shine brightly in heaven tonight.

2012-01-27T11:09:00.000-08:00

Four years old, a fragile child, little Ruby was buried yesterday. She was Poppi's friend.
In her short little life, she brought smiles and joy wherever she went.

I know she will be missed by many, but none more than her immediate family.
God bless them all.

What's a gardener to do.

2012-01-26T03:40:00.000-08:00

Dear Robert and Rosemary Rabbit,

You have dug holes in the lawn.    Some plants in the circular bed have been chewed and the roots exposed.    Your latrines now extend from one end of the garden to the other.
Whilst I try to sleep, you have your parties.
Have I not been patient?    Did I not feed you during the bad winters of 2010/2011?
Ten years of battles..........well the war is over.   I am waving my white flag.
I give in........you win :(

Yours sincerely

Lady in the farmhouse.

PS In case you are feeling smug dear bunnies, Nella will not be waving her white flag :)

A little treasure.

2012-01-22T23:49:00.000-08:00

The Forge at Appledore sells antiques. Nothing too expensive, most are very affordable. It is a lovely place and I could spend the day just browsing through the bits and pieces they have for sale. I rarely find anything that interests me but yesterday while browsing the book section, I found this. Hidden in a corner and barely visible, I gently pulled it out from the shelf.
95 years old and still in tact. A childs book....how to id British butterflies and capture them for your collection. The Victorians would net them and bring them home to put in glass cases to adorn their sitting room walls. Thankfully that no longer happens. What I wanted to show you is the illustrations, so different from today but so beautiful in their simplicity.

I spent most of last evening reading and looking at this beautiful little book. I felt as though I had been transported to the period. This little book is one to treasure.

A good job done!!

2012-01-21T02:02:00.000-08:00

At last my task is finished. I mulched eight areas in all. I had so much bark left over I ended up extending the pathways........on reflection not sure if that was a good idea !!

Have a lovely weekend and enjoy your garden if you can.

A load's, a load.

2012-01-16T11:24:00.000-08:00

Don't get me wrong, our farmer is great.    Nice man, polite, helpful, I cannot fault him.
But there is obviously some sort of code, or language that farmers speak and I have yet to grasp.   Last year I ordered some bark to renew my paths in the garden.
The farmer told me it came in loads, and when I questioned the size, he just replied "A load's, a load"
A load came and was enormous.....I did manage to clear it and thought next year I will not be caught out.

WELL.....the lovely farmer delivered half a load today BUT was using a different vehicle, which was in fact larger than the one he used last year.   Eeeeek, this is half a load.
I will not be around for a while this is going to take some time to clear :)

Working with nature.

2012-01-12T06:31:00.000-08:00

To translate the natural world into garden terms isn't easy. I have worked hard over the last ten years to create a woodland area that is pleasing to the eye but mostly beneficial to wildlife.

I do as little as possible with this space. I try not to spoil the natural balanced cycle of growth.

Moss, lichen and decay is what fuels a wood and for me, only enchances its beauty. I find woods are the most peaceful places on earth. The rustling of leaves, incessant birdsong, and the hum of insects reminds me that this is a very special environment filled with abundant life........I treasure and respect my little bit of woodland and believe it to be a valuable space for both flora and fauna.

It also holds some of my most treasured plants. Hellebores, as you well know, top my list of favourites. I never tire of their modesty, their fragility. Flowering in the winter months, they bring light, hope, and joy to this gardener. Harvington double freckles has a place in my heart.

Double purple is stunning.....I love the depth of colour and the way the winter sun catches me unawares and takes her to another level.

Have I ever told you about number two on my favourites lists.    Cyclamen coum.......they thrive here.    Sometimes I lay on my tummy to take a photograph.    I did that today, just for you sweet blogging friends.   I wanted to show you close up.....she is shy and small but isn't she just beautiful.   Big isn't always best :)

Last autumn in a moment of madness i bought one Broad-leaved Helleborine.    I would not usually be so extravagant but decided to take a chance with this little beauty.   A native and one that grows amongst oak and beech she now nestles in the heart of my little wood.
The specialist told me to plant and leave.   I have done just that.   They are unpredictable plants but if conditions are right they will bloom.      I live in hope:)

Taking advantage of the mild weather.

2012-01-09T10:35:00.000-08:00

I decided this afternoon I would take advantage of the fine weather, and cut back some of the plants that are becoming straggly.

Geranium Macrorrhizum are one of my favourite. I love the pretty pink flowers, and the aromatic foliage, which turn a beautiful red in autumn. Rabbits detest this plant, for me, that is a bonus. A lover of clay soil, sun or shade I can ask no more of a plant. I decided a few months ago that I would take cuttings, and use this plant to give continuity to the garden. I shall use the plants to edge borders, along with the meadow cranesbill, which is a pale purple.

I really enjoy this part of gardening, and I must say, even though I am by no means a professional, this is something that I am good at :) I got carried away and ended up with three trays of cuttings.

Whilst the weather is mild I shall leave them in the greenhouse but if it gets very cold shall bring them into the house. The conservatory is the perfect place to bring these plants on quickly.
Mr P will not be amused, he hates trays of plants in the house but he is such a sweet man, I know he will forgive me :)

Battered Britain

2012-01-05T06:21:00.000-08:00

The weather has been dreadful. Gales and torrential rain have swept the country these last few days. Scotland has taken the full force of the storms. In my area there have been fatalities due to fallen trees. My heart goes out to those that have lost loved ones.

This is our drive. Fortunately Mr P had the ditches cleared in the autumn, so this water will eventually drain away.

This is the wildlife pond that is close to the copse. A few weeks ago it was virtually empty. How things change.

Most of this water will work its way to the river at the end of the road. Things are set to change overnight, so hopefully things will be a little calmer tomorrow :)

I wished for rain at the beginning of the year......we have drought orders waiting in the wings.
As mother always says, be careful what you wish for.....I should have said 'a little rain please'
I cannot imagine that the drought orders will be put in place now.....

A positive start to the New Year.

2011-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00

As most of you will know the Woodland Walk is one of my favourite areas in the garden. I shall be working in this area today. The pretty Cyclamen Coum that you see above is in bloom. Planted under the apple tree, they are a welcome addition to this garden and are thriving.
Whilst in the village one day, I visited the little nursery that lives amongst the shops. I noticed a tray of rather unloved Cyclamen. I asked the owner if they were for sale. She said not really because they had been neglected and she did not know if they would do well. I offered to take them for a small sum (£5.00). She gladly accepted. I planted them under the Apple tree, added some smashed egg shells (which they love), watered them well and let them be. They have grown into the most beautiful plants and I love them for the sweet scent and dainty little flowers.

Our native hellebore (Helleborus foetidus), commonly known as the stinking hellebore. The nose wrinkling smell of the flowers attracts early pollinating bees, so is absolutely essential in this bee lovers garden. I must say I find it strangely attractive and now have a small colony of these unusual plants. Interesting fact : The plant has evolved an unusual way of dispersing its seeds. They exude an oil that attracts snails, once a snail has consumed the oil, the seed sticks to the slime and is carried away to a new site. I find many babies in my garden.....long live the snail :)

I decided a few days ago to add more trees to the garden.     I wanted to plant in numbers, not just the odd tree here and there.    I visited the local garden centre yesterday to browse, and came back with a huge smile on my face.   Ten bare root Hazel.    A native, and a lover of damp soil.   It can be planted in sun or shade, and that suits me well.

I would like to leave you with a passage from A Tree in my Pocket by Jacqueline Memory Paterson.

The Hazel Tree.......Magic and Inspiration.

Hazel has always been regarded as magical for its presence inspires our intuitional senses.   It is called the poets tree, for in the mind of the ancients it had great associations with faerie lore and supposedly allowed entrance into such realms.

Druids carried rods made from hazel to gain poetic and magical inspiration.

The Hazel is powerful in early spring when its energy and sap are surging outward and in autumn, when its energy is contained within its harvest of magical nuts.

Hazel can be used for protection. Its ruling planets, the Sun and Mercury, make it a brilliant healing plant.

Happy New Year to each and every one of you.

A garden never stands still.......

2011-12-28T08:26:00.000-08:00

Our climate is changing. 2011 has been a difficult year in the garden. I have learnt a great deal, mainly through experience. For the last few weeks I have been reading about climate change and how to garden with extreme weather conditions. Changing my planting scheme is high on my agenda, and the mild winter is allowing me to make an early start.
Many old friends are going to good homes, others will meet their demise in the composters.

If all goes according to plan the garden will be easier to manage.........yet full of flowers, native flowers.
I am looking ahead.........I am excited.....I needed to change things.

'Me' time

2011-11-18T03:21:00.000-08:00

Only in calm waters can you see your reflection, not in running waters. Only in tranquility can you find that resting place which stillness seeks.

LAO-TSE

One thing you may not know about me......

2011-11-01T01:27:00.000-07:00

I rarely read novels. I find my attention span is low and I lose interest very quickly. One thing that has always fascinated me, is writings on the English countryside. The myths, legends and old country beliefs that link the fabric of the landscape.

Tales of witches abound, linked with such creatures as hares, bats and toads.
Springs and wells were once the objects of pagan worship.....we have an old well in our garden.
I remember the day we discovered it.    My husband and I lowered a bucket into its depths.
Should we drink.   I decided I would.   I can remember Mr P's face and his words.   "Well if you are going to drink it, then so will I. That way we will die together."    We live to tell the tale....the water is wonderful   :)

One of my great joys is walking the English countryside with Nella each day. I like to sharpen my senses to observe and appreciate more closely the ways of the natural world. I collect feathers, bones and many other objects en route. Poppi and Riley love to look at them on a cold winters evening when they sleep over. I teach them, the little that I know, and find it a joy that they are fascinated by my stories.

Let me leave you with an extract from one of my books.....Amazing and Extraordinary facts on The English Countryside by Ruth Binney.

The Sacred Tree

It was beneath the oak's spreading branches that the wizard Merlin is believed to have worked his enchantments and because of its associations with the gods is said to be the first to be struck by lightning in a thunderstorm - farmers will plant oaks near buildings to act as lightning conductors. At Yule, the ancient ritual from which many of our Christmas customs derive, an oak log was always chosen as being the most likely to draw the sun back to the earth. To the Druids, whose name means 'oak men' the tree was - and still is - sacred, and thought to embody the spirit of their god Esus.

The mistletoe, which occasionally grows on it as a semi-parasite, was believed to guard the tree from evil. Cutting it with a golden sickle, on the sixth night of the moon will, they believe, preserve its magic.

Many many months ago a fellow blogger asked if I would do a post on 'Ten things you may not know about me' To be truthful I have forgotten who asked but I did say to her at some point I would join in. I forgot :) So todays post is the first......I thought I would write something every now and again through the winter.....until I have completed my task.

Golden days

2011-10-26T09:31:00.000-07:00

Nella watches her.......I watch them both.

Poppi loves to help tidy the garden.

I could listen to her stories from morning till night and never get bored. Her world is full of mystery.......

We put mulch beneath the trees.

I cannot believe we are still picking blackberries.

These days are golden days. The sort of days, that leave you with a lovely warm glow. Days that make you feel as though everything is right with the world.

They leave you pretty exhausted too :0)

The coming seasons......

2011-10-13T07:20:00.000-07:00

For the last few weeks I have been planting bulbs. Miniature daffs, snowdrops and tulips.
Today I saw some Blue Drumstick Allium (Allium Caeruleum). I am trying to add more blues to the garden, so this suited my needs.

This is also the time of year that I start to think of winter and how wildlife will cope. I have cleaned the nesting boxes and filled them with fresh hay....a nice cosy house for birds, mice or any creature that wishes to use it. I found a little woodmouse plus acorns, leaves etc snuggled in one of the boxes, needless to say I left him alone. Sweet thing :)

Hedgehogs, like many creatures, are in decline. This cosy hut may just help one get through the winter.

Whilst I have plenty of natural habitat for bugs, anything that gives them more chance of survival is okay by me.

Roosting pouches....I find these are mainly used by wrens. Sadly I lost both my wrens last year to the cold. I found them in the garden....it was very sad. BUT I have a young wren living in the copse. I shall fill the roosting pouch with hay, for extra warmth on the coldest nights.

We all need water......this feature runs all year, so the birds always have fresh water to drink and bath in.

I have four feeding stations.....if the winter comes, that is predicted, they will all be used well.

And finally, my patio tubs have been fantastic this year. They are filled with shrubs and perennials, Abelia, Gaura, Salvia 'hot lips' and much more. These lovely plants have served the bees well. In fact, this morning, bumbles and carders were happily passing the morning amongst the lovely flowers..............bless the bees.

My mothers words..........

2011-10-09T02:01:00.000-07:00

The leaves are dropping.    Autumn is in full swing.    My parents love to walk the garden and see the changes.    For the first time ever my mother failed to do so.    She is very frail now.
Her weight loss, lack of appetite and other medical problems have left her weak.    We have many hospital visits ahead.    My mother is very stoic, she never gives up, but I have seen changes recently.    She has lost her sparkle......that little twinkle in her eye, that tells me all is well.
We have had many moments where I have had to swallow hard and keep my emotions well hidden.
When I left her on Friday she called me back.    Her words were unexpected.
"I have made many mistakes in my life Cheryl.   You were not one of them.    You have always been my sunshine."    I hugged her gently, kissed her on the cheek and left.    I pulled up along the lane, and found I was crying.

Yesterday I took Nella to the woods.    I took my lunch with me and sat amongst the ancients.
I find nature helps me to heal and shows me the way.     I needed this time alone.....apart from my little dog.     I spent two hours wandering the forest........coming to terms with what might lay ahead.
I am following an unknown path....nothing is clear at this time.    All I know is my parents have always been there for me.   In my darkest moments and in my moments of joy.
My father has his own health issues and is finding it hard to cope with mother.
I can see and feel his sorrow........

I leave the forest behind.......my little dog sitting on the seat next to me.    I feel refreshed, ready to start another week.      I give thanks to Mother Earth..........

My dirty little secret :)

2011-10-03T11:29:00.000-07:00

I tend to post the pretty side of my garden, I hope it reflects my romantic nature......but there is another side to this woman.

I am sure you are all familiar with the entrance to the copse but have you ever wondered if it hides a secret. Actually the left hand side does.....come with me and I will show you.

This is where I keep my compost bins, six in total. I have another three behind the garage. I am without doubt, a compost kind of girl.

Just look at that, isn't it lovely. Breathe deeply, can you smell woodland. If my compost does not smell sweet, it goes back into the composter and I leave it until Spring.

Today three bins were ready. Lovely black gold. It always amazes me that kitchen waste, shredded twigs and small branches, paper and cardboard turns into this lovely rich soil.
I spent the afternoon mulching the borders, I shall finish the job tomorrow.......

Are you a compost sort of girl??

No wonder the Hosta have done so well this year.

2011-10-02T01:07:00.000-07:00

The slugs have packed their bags and moved on. Wouldn't you with this guy patroling the garden at night :o)

Candy floss blooms..........

2011-09-29T11:03:00.000-07:00

My mother never dressed me in pink, she always chose lilacs, greens and white.

Our parents, can without doubt, influence our choices. I am not really a 'pink' sort of girl.

And yet, Filipendula Rubra 'Queen of the Prairie' stops me in my tracks everytime I walk past her. She is too pretty for words. Native Meadowsweet grows in abundance in this area. I have always loved it's pretty frothy white blooms. I would like to see her growing alongside 'Rubra'

Do you like pink in the garden? If so, which is your favourite plant?

Indian summer and natures artwork.

2011-09-27T22:39:00.000-07:00

Robin's pincushion, also known as the rose bedeguar gall, is common all over Britain on the wild or dog rose. There may be up to sixty chambers inside the brightly coloured gall, each containing the larva of the small gall wasp Diplolepis rosae.

Nigella has released her seeds. Wonderful artwork, don't you think??

Fox and cubs, one of my favourite wildflowers.........my new macro lens allows me to see more detail.

I loved art at school.....now in older age, I can use my camera to show you how I view the outside world........I see beauty in every stage of a plants life.

I must have brought the weather back from Spain :) Temperatures are way above average for this time of year (27C 84F). It seems the seasons are in such a 'jumble'........

Hope you are all well and enjoying your garden.

Dull days.......

2011-09-13T07:08:00.000-07:00

It is raining as I type. The wind is cool. I wore a jacket when I went into the village.
I won't be around for a while.......sunshine is calling. Be in touch when I get back.

Stay well, be happy, and enjoy your gardens :)

Plant combinations.......

2011-09-12T06:53:00.000-07:00

Another birthday, another year passes, how she grows.

And indeed, the garden grows. I love this......dwarf pampas grass and Persicaria amp. 'firetail'. Below are some more combinations that I really like.

Eupatorium fortunei 'pink elegance' and asters.

Rudbeckia subtomentosa 'Henry Eilers' and aster.

Susan's and ribbon grass.

Arum italicum and ferns.

Green can be very beautiful............

Just think about it for a moment......

2011-09-08T23:11:00.000-07:00

Can you imagine a world without trees, I can't. Last year Dan sent me 'A Tree in Your Pocket' by Jacqueline Memory Patterson. It has travelled in my pocket on many occassions.
I would like to share with you the 'conclusion' ..................

In ancient times Britain was known as a place of initiation and learning, where the qualities of the natural world not only sustained the people, but gave them a foundation upon which the structure of daily life was formed according to the season. By acknowledging themselves as part of Nature they found inspiration, fulfilment and a sense of security, for they were attuned to the earth and its rhythms.

Today such a relationship is almost forgotten, for communication between people seems hard enough, let alone communing with Nature. We are all too busy in a world which has substituted
roads for woodland and supermarkets for gardens.

The memories of trees are ancient. They show what was and what can be, giving us ecologically sound advice. The wild places where they grow and prosper, however, are now severely at risk, open to desecration in the so-called name of progress, their unique properties ignored as man and machine determine to control and alter the precious balance of the land.

Yet we need trees to survive, for by holding the memories of what we were and the seed of what we will be, they form our identity as individuals and a race. Hence the conclusion to this book is dedicated to saving what remains of our trees and countryside , for as the land is covered in tarmac and concrete its essence dies, and so, little by little, do we.

As Wally Hope, the Stonehenge visionary says 'The greatest evolution is by example.' It is by our waking up to understand that the earth comes first, for it is our home and provider of life. It is by accepting that we are but one species of a vast array of life-forms and that we do not rule. It is by acknowleding that we are utterly dependent upon the other forms that dwell beside us and the communication that we open up with them. Closest to us are the animals, then come the trees. They await communication and are willing to share their magic, for it is the key to our identity and the future of the earth.

I would love to hear your opinion ............can we strike a balance between man and nature??
Must progress always come first?? Are you connected to the outside world and do you fully appreciate what it has to offer??

Medlars.....the copse.....and seeds.

2011-09-05T08:17:00.000-07:00

Each morning, as soon as I rise, I walk the garden. I have done so for the last nine years.

It gives me time to think about the day ahead. To see and absorb all that is around me.

The copse is the most magical place in this garden, and is almost, almost, like a secret garden.

It improves each year.......and still has secrets, some I will never know.

I love the fact that it is natural. It has been left to tell it's own story. I love to sit amongst the trees and listen.

Today I was in for a surprise. The medlar tree left a message.

As I climbed the stairs to the tree house I notice Medlars on the deck.

Ripe Medlars that the wind had brought down. It looks as though the birds have been enjoying them.

Walking back into the copse I did find one, just one, on the woodland floor. I would not say it is the most appealing fruit in the world but I was certainly going to try it. On my travels I have eaten worse :)

I opened the fruit and scooped out the bletted flesh with a small spoon.   I smelt it....smelt quite nice.
The fruit is slightly gritty, only slightly.     It tastes of stewed apples, a dash of spice, and has a lovely zing to it.    I like it, I like it a lot.
I managed to salvage four seeds from this fruit and shall try growing a Medlar.
If anyone would like a seed let me know.   Cannot promise you will get one, as the Medlars on the deck were minus seeds, so something is obviously eating them.

There is a strong gusty wind today.......torrential rain is expected.   I think it might rain Medlars tonight :)

Llama, a shepherdess, and rainy days.

2011-09-04T07:19:00.000-07:00

Around a year ago the land opposite our home was sold. At the time I was concerned as to what would happen with this field. I need not have worried. It is now owned by a shepherdess and all of the animals that you see in the photograph have been rescued by her. On Friday she was working in the field and I stopped to say hello. We chatted for a while and she asked would I like to come in and feed the llama. I explained that Nella was not used to large animals and felt it might be better if I declined. She assured me she would be fine, so in I went.

Nella was great and I was really proud of her. I fed the llama, they were so gentle and very timid. The Alpaca were much to frightened to come close.....I think it will take some time before I can feed them. Ann is a lovely lady, and it made me feel happy to know that these animals will now spend the rest of their life in rural Kent and will be treated with nothing but kindness.
I have told Ann I will check the animals regularly for her (I can see them from my bedroom window), she is going to give me a key to her gate so that Nella and I can walk the field if we so wish. She has also offered me the droppings for the garden. She will bag and I will collect from the gate. I think Ann and I will become very good friends :)

It soon started to rain, so Nella and I made a dash for home. I noticed this beautiful toadstool as I entered the garden.

Such beautiful detail inside the cup.

Looks like another soggy day ahead..............but hey, perhaps tomorrow will be better.

A tree house....a garden....and the coming season.

2011-08-30T11:14:00.000-07:00

Sleeping in the tree house with the children was fun. Tiring but fun......

Butterfly cakes are a family tradition. Thank you mother, midnight feasts were most enjoyable.

Old troll guards the tree house whilst the children are not around. He tired of hiding under the bridge waiting for Billy goat Gruff :) Tku David for making him.

Next Spring Poppi and I will landscape the decks with old fashioned roses. At last somewhere to grow them, well away from bunnies harm.

Summer still has a hold on the garden.

Yet I can smell and feel autumn, she has entered the garden in a gentle, subtle way.

September is my favourite month of the year........

where summer clings and autumn makes her approach.

A time for reflection, a touch of nostalgia, a sense of peace.

Time to gather seeds for next Spring, to collect berries to make herbal tinctures. Tku Lucinda, you are an absolute treasure and an inspiration.

The old girl has done herself proud, her apples are perfection. I am blessed to have her.

Even the old pear tree has produced a wonderful crop this year. September, a breath away, my welcome mat is ready.........

What a find .......

2011-08-25T07:43:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I decided I needed to do some work in the copse. Rabbit runs etc make this a very difficult area to work, but I did need to clear some of undergrowth, which was totally out of control. Whilst working I spied this tree trunk and realised I had never noticed it before. Why, I don't know, I just hadn't. I looked up at the entangled canopy and could not see the boughs of this very large tree. Now I was intrigued......first thing to do was get my camera.

Gosh, it's huge, how on earth did I not notice it. To my amazement there in all it's glory was a medlar tree. Medlar's were very popular during the Medieval period. The fruit is picked around November. It is left to soften before becoming edible. The softening is called 'bletting'. The flesh is as soft as a baked apple. The flavour is refreshing, like an old fashioned apple sauce with cinnamon. The fruit may have been cultivated as far back as thirty centuries ago.

During the last few weeks I have been in touch with several tree specialists and the Woodland Trust and they all seem to be of the same opinion, this is an extremely old tree.

Let me leave you with the last paragraph from one of the letters from the Woodland Trust.

Medlars first started being grown in Britain in 995, so it's quite possible that your tree was planted in the garden for the property (medieval period), and it has later become incorporated into the copse.

I feel so honoured to have this ancient tree in the garden.....but I do have one problem how on earth can I reach the fruit to pick it?

Spindle Tree.

2011-08-23T11:01:00.000-07:00

With seed-heads as lovely as these, the Spindle Tree is very beautiful at this time of year.
As autumn approaches the leaves turn red.

It was one of the first trees I planted here. I had seen it growing wild as I walked the country lanes, I fell in love with it...........

Stop the world I want to get off.........

2011-08-15T12:20:00.000-07:00

Mr P decided to have the week off and do some repairs around the house. What started as a patch of damp, has turned into something major. The issue is structural.....the only comfort I have is that Mr P works with these issues on a daily basis, so I know it will all be right in the end.
The Grand-children are staying at this time and I have things to do for my parents.
All in all time is limited, so I will be away for a week or so...........look forward to catching up with you all then.

Have fun and enjoy your garden........

Sunday safari

2011-08-12T23:55:00.000-07:00

Sunday safari will now be posted on ' SANCTUARY'. I will show images of insects, birds etc that I have managed to capture, with my camera, during the week. I hope that you will join me there.

No need to tell you what the weather is doing :)

Sunday safari

2011-08-07T10:52:00.000-07:00

We took the parents out for brunch today. We sat by the river.

Himalayan balsam was very much in evidence. I do hope they keep an eye on it, as it will take over and crowd out native wildflowers.

It is lovely to see so many swans.

I thought of my friend across the pond.

When I visited my blogging friends last year I came home with thoughts of bringing a little bit of prairie to my garden. I knew I would have to be careful as I wanted to keep my 'English cottage garden' type planting. So I decided to have mixed planting.

The borders either side of the pond are the result. Ribbon grass, prairie plants, native wildflowers and perennials come together. This planting is about friendship.......a reminder of the time I spent with very special people. Not all the plantings are in flower yet, there are many waiting in the wings. Let me show you just a few.........

Butterfly weed.....grown from seeds from Rose. My absolute favourite. I love this plant and cannot wait for butterflies to visit.

Black-eyed Susan.

Verbena Bonariensis alongside butterfly weed....the perfect couple.

Liatris....love the white.

English lavender....it just had to be there.

Bistort, one of my favourite native wildflowers.

Corn marigold and native marsh mallow.

Now this has me foxed. I did not plant this pretty little bloom. Any ideas please?
Looks like some sort of Dianthus to me.

Happy Sunday safari.

Tick, tock........

2011-08-04T11:20:00.000-07:00

I can hear the clock ticking. Yesterday all I could hear was the sound of children's laughter.

We sat beneath the old apple tree and had a picnic. We ate strawberries, blueberries, english cherries and fairy cakes my mother had made.

The old girl is laden with fruit. In the autumn the children and I will pick apples and make a crumble.
The old tree is sacred to me, I have great respect for her. I see changes.........we walk the path of old age together.

Temperatures have been high for the last few days.......30C (90F)
Today it is much cooler and it is raining. I like summer rain.

I wonder how long the butterfly has been sitting on the flower. Poor thing. I carefully cut the stem and take flower and butterfly to the shed for shelter. I leave the door open, she can take flight when the time is right.

The bees have done well.....the warm Spring was good in many ways.

A garden full of gifts.......

I cannot remember, in recent times, when there was such an abundance of produce.

I watched the greenfinches feeding on the hips in the rain......

I plan to use the haws for herbal medicine. I believe in the power of nature........

I put my faith in her each and every day.

I have found gardening quite challenging this year. The dry Spring, the cold, wet summer have left me feeling rather confused. Each year is a journey, each year holds new experiences. I never tire of the garden.....it can frustrate me at times, but always I love it.

Sunday safari

2011-07-30T23:10:00.000-07:00

"I am going to have a garden one day Nanna.

With lots of flowers ........

for the bees.....

butterflies......

and all the funny little creatures.

The only thing is Nanna, I do not know what I am going to do about global morning."

Bless her, she obviously meant global warming.....don't they make you smile :)

Alan is doing well......I am really happy with the progress.

Happy Sunday safari.

Quiet times....

2011-07-23T00:16:00.000-07:00

I walked the garden at 5.30 this morning. The air was fresh, and overnight rain had left the garden sodden. Inula caught my eye, she is beautiful in her demise.

Mulberry Rose changes each time I see her. Her pale pink petals are a thing of the past........her colours deepen with age.

Soldier beetles find their partners amongst the loosestrife........it is that time of year. The circle of life.

Fox and cubs, such a pretty wildflower and much loved by bees. It is a little invasive but easy to pull.....I tend to let it do it's own thing, I love the colour, I love how it nods in the breeze, I love it when a bee visits....it's here to stay.

Evening primrose, I cannot resist it's intoxicating scent in the evening.

My parents and Ma in law came to supper last night.   I walked the garden with mother when we had finished eating.     It is a joy to share this time with her.    There is a deep connection between us.   At times she can drive me crazy with her moods (she has always been that way), but she also has a side that is caring and kind.   She listens, advises, and sees things from every angle.
She tells me to enjoy each and every moment God gives me.    Not to worry about the little things.
To see the bigger picture.    I put my arm around her.......I love her for all she is, bad moods included :)

Tomorrow I am out with the local Garden Society. We shall be visiting Sussex Prairie Garden. I shall not take my camera. I want to just enjoy the moment. If you would like to see the gardens visit http://www.sussexprairies.co.uk/

It should be a fine day........and temperatures around 22C (74F). Not too hot for walking the six acre site.

We approach the end of July...... the year is passing so quickly.

A new project, my imagination runs riot. Mr P has left me in charge of this one. I am working with Alan, he is trying to understand the ideas of this crazy woman. He is doing well. Will show you more as the project progresses.

Enjoy your weekend........if the weather is hot, may it soon cool down. If the continuous rain has got you down, may the sunshine brighten your path.

My daily walk with Nella..........

2011-07-18T12:50:00.000-07:00

My daily walk with Nella is something I really look forward to.

I love to see the changing landscape as one season meets another.

Most of the land is used for grazing....sheep and cattle.

The meadow will soon be cut and stored for winter feed. I watched the meadow browns flit from grass to grass.

Hops grow in the hedgerow. This is one of the host plants for the Comma butterfly. They do well here.

During the winter months this area partially floods, and turns into a fairly large lake.

Eventually I reach the river. The water lily are in bloom. It is fairly shallow this year due to the dry Spring.

The water is clear...........I sometimes see the heron on this stretch.

The verges are left until September. They are full of wildflowers which is a wonderful food source for insects and birds.

Life changes, we change. I hope with all my heart that this area never changes, that it will always be protected. We need wide open spaces, places where we can breath and feel in touch with Mother Nature. Time to stand and take in all that surrounds us..........

Sunday safari

2011-07-17T08:31:00.000-07:00

The little bee is cold and wet. This weather is not good for insects. Poor bee.

I love to see the young birds. So pretty.

The feeders are always busy.

The juvenile Gt. Spotted Woodpecker is a regular visitor.

Butterfly visits are fleeting. This rainy weather does not suit them.

Hostas have really bloomed this year. I love the flowers.

The pale lilac blooms are beautiful.

I struggle with hanging baskets. They usually suffer from wind damage. This year has been an exception and they do not look too bad.

Each year in July the Romany wagons go by my garden gate. For me this a magical experience and something I so look forward to. The wagons are beautifully decorated. The horses are well kept, their mane decorated with ribbons. The girls wear their long skirts with elegance and gold coins hang from chains around their crown. The lines on the faces of the elderly tell a thousand tales. They follow the old ways.......I always nod to them as they pass, they do the same. They do not like to have photographs taken....I give them the respect they deserve.
They came last week and made my summer.......

Happy Sunday safari.

The joy of gardening......

2011-07-15T10:37:00.000-07:00

I grew Nigella 'Miss Jekyll' from seed.

This cultivar is tall and slender,

and very beautiful. What a joy it is to garden. Is there anything more satisfying....if there is, then please, do tell.

This little treasure has me spellbound. Nigella 'Mulberry Rose'. Isn't she just too lovely for words. I am smitten. If you would like seeds, I am glad to share....please ask.

Monarda Prarienacht.....there is just something about these delightfully tatty blooms that I love.
I treat them as annuals, they really do not like my soil but grow them I do. They always make me smile.

And finally, this is my favourite Cosmos at the moment. The seeds came free with a gardening magazine and for the life of me I cannot remember the name.

Just a few blooms that I am enjoying at this time.

Have a lovely weekend.

Sunday safari

2011-06-26T07:04:00.000-07:00

A mist hung over the garden early this morning.

For a brief moment, I thought I had missed summer and stepped into autumn.

The nursery web of the wolf spider, looked quite eerie.

By midday, temperatures had risen. No fluffy clouds today.

Bees enjoyed comfrey blooms,

and cerinthe.

It appears hoverflies like them to.

This little chap seems to have the right idea.

The warmth brought butterflies into the garden. The small skipper never stays still, I was lucky to get this image.

Meadow Browns arrived around two weeks ago.

Drone flies feed alongside honey bees. They are very similar.

This insect is new to me. I believe it is Lissonota Sp. (Ichneumon wasp).

A sparrowhawk is hunting in the garden. He has already taken two young birds. I saw him on both occasions. I was rooted to the spot the first time. He was only a couple of metres away, when he flew off with his victim.

It looks as though the next few days are going to be hot hot hot.......

Happy Sunday safari

Careful, there's a monster out there........

2011-06-23T08:15:00.000-07:00

I have joined the village 'Gardeners Society' It was founded in 1889. There will be many outings. I am looking forward to visiting Sussex Prairie Garden.

Baloon flower
The garden is in full flow.

Clematis florida var sieboldiana
I cannot seem to keep up with it.

Clematis 'Perle d'Azur'
As soon as one job is finished, there is another waiting in the wings.

Mr P's words come back to haunt me on such occasions........

Leucanthemum'Goldrush'
"You have created a monster, how on earth will you manage in the years ahead."

Hemerocallis 'Golden Chimes'......gorgeous scent
I have thought about that....each and every time I add another border or extend one.

Hydrangea Paniculata Vanille Fraise
My great grandmother gardened at 93.....perhaps I have her genes.

Inula magnifica
I believe that gardening keeps me fit and healthy. My diet is full of fruit and vegetables and all the good foods that we should eat these days. I walk Nella two - three miles each day.

Rosilla
I am optimistic.....I am sure I will cope:)

                                                                Corncockle.
One of my favourite wildflowers.     The corncockle is not a native.    However, for centuries it used to appear, together with poppies, cornflowers and others, in fields of wheat and corn.    Unfortunately, corncockle seeds gave an unpleasant taste to bread, so, with the advent of modern technology and extensive use of herbicides, this very pretty flower became almost extinct.
Extract from     Starting out with native plants by Charlotte de la Bedoyere.

However, because it so attractive and rare, I personally, think it is well worth cultivating in gardens.   If anyone in UK would like seeds, do not hesitate to ask.   It is not invasive.
I collect seeds and show them in situ during the Spring.

Enough said....time to go back to the wheelbarrow:)

Sunshine and showers.

2011-06-20T11:40:00.000-07:00

I am not a fair weather gardener. I love to be out in the elements.

Today, has been a day, of sunshine and showers. I must confess I quite enjoy working in the rain, providing it is not too heavy.

I cannot believe tomorrow is the longest day......the Summer Solstice.

How quickly time passes...........

I always feel so happy when I am in the garden.

Sometimes I just sit......

and let everything flood in.

There is always something to surprise......

Gardens are such mystical, magical places.

Flowers are in profusion,

mallows are amongst my favourites,

and just perfect for this cottage garden.

Aquilegia 'Dragonfly'. So nice to see her blooming amongst the grasses. I never used to like yellow blooms. I love to see them in the garden now, they always brighten the dullest day.

Happy Summer Solstice.........

A day in the life of a wildlife gardener.

2011-06-16T01:42:00.000-07:00

Each day the mallards come to take a bath in the pond. They leave such a mess, plants upturned, and worse of all they disturb the sediment at the bottom of the pond, which blocks the filter. We all prefer to wash in clean water....I suppose it is the same for ducks.

Sawfly larvae are stripping the silver birch trees. I remember the words of Piet Oudolf (my hero) "Such instances pass, and most plants have evolved to cope with such onslaughts."

The pigeon is back, I think he is ringed. He looks healthy.....well he would be, this restaurant caters for everyone's taste.

Butterflies are back. Not in huge numbers, but they are here.

So many species in decline. When they visit the garden, for a brief moment in time, I feel everything is right with the world.

Leucanthemum 'goldrush' a new planting....temptation is a terrible thing.

Evening Primrose......a weed to some....wildflower to me.

Cerinthe planted in the border. I have not done this before, I usually keep them in pots. They are growing into 'mini shrubs' and look absolutely exquisite. Note to self: do this next year!

Maltese Cross spreads like wildfire in this garden. I like her, especially when mother nature gives a helping hand and ox-eye daisies appear beside her.

Oh dear, another new planting. I told you temptation is a terrible thing. Veronica grandis.....well she is lovely, isn't she? And of course, the bees will love her more than I do....

Rambling Rector and I have had such a battle. I gave him the best of everything but for two years he failed to bloom. I was about to give up on the 'Rector', so pleased I didn't, for now he scrambles through elder and is such a pretty sight. More than that, his perfume is exquisite, and delights this gardener from dawn till dusk. As I stand taking in his beauty I hear the skylark sing. I walk to a clearing, I cannot see him, he is too high but I can hear him. I think of Gramps and recall how many times we stood together looking at the sky......looking for the skylark.

I go inside to find my treasure box. Photographs, precious images, of my time spent with Nannie and Gramps. Sweet memories......I loved to feed the rabbits....Ha:) I am still doing that now.

Just had to show you this one. My Nannie had found me in the goose pen, I was feeding them. Everyone else was frightened of them and would not go in without a stick to 'shooo' them away.
They never hurt me but then I liked them. Nannie really told me off....and Dad took the photograph. I think my face says it all. Mr P always says my facial expressions say more than words ever can.....I think he may be right.....Ha:)

Candy floss and fairy castles......

2011-06-14T07:30:00.000-07:00

The blooms of Sorbaria remind me of candy floss...fluffy and light.

Bees are attracted to the blooms. I wish I could be a bee for a day and spend my time visiting flowers.

The seeds of the honey lilly are very beautiful. They remind me of fairy castles.

If you plant en masse your imagination can run wild...........

Borage and bees......

2011-06-13T03:49:00.000-07:00

Each year I scatter seeds around the garden.

Borage is one of the best bee plants.

I scatter seeds in March, the garden is full of borage and bees.

Someones secret summer, someones silent thoughts.

2011-06-09T11:08:00.000-07:00

I walked the garden yesterday with my brother.

We are kindred spirits. We are similar in nature.

We talked about our parents. The changes sadden us both.
We work as a team, we share responsibility.

As he was leaving he told me how beautiful the garden looked.

Of course, I think it is beautiful but I am always surprised when someone else does.I love every inch of this garden. Before I moved here, I would day dream, imagining how the garden would look.

It has been with me all my married life.

If I live to be hundred, it will not be long enough to garden. I think I may garden in heaven. Ha! That is, of course, if I reach such high places.

Several weeks ago, when I walked the woods with Riley and Poppi, I stumbled across this rusty seat frame. How could anyone have such lack of respect for such a beautiful area. I carried it back to my daughters house and when I left put it in the car. I knew I could find a use for it (in the garden) and sure enough I did.

Hot, heady days......

2011-06-04T06:44:00.000-07:00

"Nanna, look at all your lovely flowers." Poppi said, as she sat amongst the buttercups. She brought a smile to my face but then she always does. The dry hot weather continues, and as with most things there are some advantages, like ripe alpine strawberries. Poppi and Riley soon cleared them.

Honeysuckle is in bloom around the garden. The scent during the evening has been wonderful and attracted many moths.
Oriental poppies were cropped by the rabbits in early Spring. They have bloomed more freely and have not grown so tall. An advantage in this windswept garden.

Hemerocallis 'Europa' grown by the previous owner. It has taken me a long while to love these simple flowers but love them I do. The original 'orange tawny' was grown by the herbalist John Gerard in the early 17th century.

Sisyrinchium.......such a delightful plant. It does not like water around it's roots and has made it's home in the gravel drive. It is more than welcome to stay....I love the buttery blooms.

Hypericum, a lovely bee plant. This one is a dwarf variety and frequents the alpine troughs.

So far this year, the lillies have not been eaten alive by the dreaded 'lily beetle'.
I have seen them in the garden.........

Clematis abound.......most of them are cheap buys. This one hides some ugly netting.

Elder black lace, a particular favourite of mine. I have around eight shrubs in the garden now. Taking cuttings each year, potting them on and then into the garden.

Sweet William, I have not seen this for years. It has also appeared in the gravel drive...what a gift.

I was determined this year to get Cosmos to bloom early. I sowed seeds in February, and kept them in the house. As the seedlings grew I potted them on, eventually putting them in the garden (around a fortnight ago). This is the first bloom, I am so thrilled. This is a dwarf variety so hopefully they will not flip flop all over the place.

This lovely plant arrives each year. It has spread around the garden. I love the delicate flowers........I wonder where it came from.

This is my favourite clematis and was left by the previous owner. It scrambles through the old pear tree and blooms for weeks on end.

Lavender, who doesn't love lavender. I could not have a garden without lavender growing in it.....
Sweet peas are in bloom.....gorgeous.

Cerinthe Major....my all time, favourite annual.

A new purchase, couldn't resist, and it is just perfect for this garden. Aruncus dioicus (sylvester)........it is just beautiful. It should grow in leaps and bounds reaching a height of 120 - 180 cm (4 - 6ft).

Angelica is the plant for any bee lover. Mine is positively buzzing......

I always plant my tomatoes in tubs on the patio. I have never known them to fruit so early. If the weather continues to be as warm, it will not be too long before I am picking them.

I have found the garden a struggle this year. The dry, hot weather, has been exhausting. I now have a virus, which has been with me for five days. Constant headaches and painful joints are stopping me from gardening. Hopefully it will pass soon and I can get on with all the chores that are mounting up.

Hope you are enjoying your weekend.......

Humming-bird??

2011-05-29T06:35:00.000-07:00

When it hovers over a flower like a humming-bird, the wings of this moth beat so fast they are hardly visible,

and they make an audible, high pitched humming sound.
The Humming-bird Hawk-moth is a summer visitor from the South of France.

They have visited this garden for the last four years. I have planted Valerian to tempt her to stay a little while.

The first time I saw her I was totally captivated. Nothing has changed, I think she is exquisite.......

The Bee and the Honey Lily

2011-05-22T22:18:00.000-07:00

The little bee hovered beneath the honey lily bell for a long time.

He seemed to be trying to work out, how to enter.
Trying various approach paths,

with a little effort,

patience won the day. Happy bee!

Edibles and garden flowers......

2011-05-17T05:43:00.000-07:00

When I first spotted the bright green frog sitting on the side of the pond, I was curious. Could it be?? After a little research, I came to the conclusion that it is the 'edible frog' They are found in scattered colonies in SE UK. I have only seen one so far, but maybe there are others living in the ditch along the back of the garden. Interesting.......

The dry warm weather has brought many plants into bloom. Angelica has the most wonderful scent and draws many beneficial insects into the garden.

London Pride and Pheasant Grass. I love this magical combination.

When I was a child, I would spot London Pride in many a garden. Now I rarely see it. It seems to have gone out of fashion. I shall increase my stock.......I love this plant.

Rhododendrons are in bloom and keeping the bumbles happy.
Red Campion is also a favourite. When the seedheads start to form, I shall chop the plants to the ground.....they will soon put on a second show of flowers that usually lasts until the first frosts.
Aquilegia 'Green Apples' is such a sweet little flower. I grew the originals from seed and now have them dotted all through the borders.
Lupins are absolute stars this Spring. This is a particular favourite. I really like the colour combination.

Tradescantia x andersoniana 'Zwanenburg Blue'. I adore this plant. I remember seeing this in my Grandmothers garden. Again it appears to have gone out of favour. Why??
The blooms are just so beautiful, and the colour, such an intense shade of blue.

I love these old cottage garden plants.....but then I am an old fashioned girl.

How about you? Have you a favourite cottage garden plant, that has gone out of fashion? I would love to know.........the more detail, the better.

Garden ponds hold many secrets.........

2011-05-10T11:53:00.000-07:00

I sat by the pond watching the damselfly.

He found a mate. Can anyone id this pretty pair for me??

Wildflowers, bees, butterflies and garden projects.

2011-05-05T11:24:00.000-07:00

Last autumn I decided to extend the woodland walk. My aim was for it to stretch the width of the garden. During November I removed the turf, covered it with newspaper, and piled leaf mould and garden compost on top, leaving the worms to do their work. Today I planted 30 foxglove along the woodland area. Mostly white, but also some of our native pink. I grew them from seed last year and they have come on well. I cannot wait to see them in bloom.

I have also added Brunnera. A true shade lover, and such pretty little blooms. Dicentra and ferns are also amongst the planting.
You may be surprised at this addition. Gunnera would not be everyones choice but I saw similar planting at Leeds Castle recently and I really liked it. My thought is that the Gunnera will tower above the woodland plants and shelter them. The Gunnera will get some protection from the trees that surround this area.
The lovely piece of wood you see in the photograph was given to me by my little Grandson Riley. He had found it in the wood at the bottom of his garden, and brought it home for me. Whilst I would not usually encourage the removal of such pieces from wild areas, it was such a sweet gesture and it will be well loved here.

As you walk along the new area wildflowers, ferns and arum italicum dominate.

The ferns have been moved from the copse, the arums are divisions and the wildflowers I have grown from seed. I am so pleased that little has been purchased for this area.

Early spring I decided to extend and add more wildflowers to the butterfly garden. Most of them I have grown from seed.......
I have planted dozens of wildflowers today.

Also cranesbill and cosmos, which you can see in this image.
Herb Robert, our native geranium, so very pretty.
Wild garlic. Takes me back to childhood and holidays in Cornwall.

My great grandmother's favourite wildflower, ragged robin. Did you know this charming native is in decline? How about planting some in your garden, lets keep our native wildflowers, good for us, good for wildlife. If you would like some seeds in the autumn, leave a comment and I will be more than happy to send you some.

Red Campion, a must for anyone who likes butterflies and moths. During the summer months I watch the moths feeding from them........the bats flying above hoping for a quick meal. The circle of life......

Forget me nots.....how could anyone forget them, delicate, pretty, somewhat invasive in my garden but hey I am not worried....they can travel as far as they like.

Of course, butterflies are the best addition to any garden. The brimstone has teased me for many years. Flitting across my garden, never stopping to say hello. But today she stayed, enjoying the red campion blooms but finally settling on sweet rocket allowing me to take a photograph.

I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to see her here. Did you know that Brimstone's can live for anything up to five years.
I also spotted a comma, peacock and blue today......happy butterfly days.

One day it will be a secret garden........

2011-05-01T23:24:00.000-07:00

There is an old saying that tells you to take a lover to secure short-term bliss,

while the traditional recipe for a few more years of joy is to be married.
But if you want your whole lifetime to be filled with happiness and contentment
you should plant a garden.

I remember reading Beth Chatto's words in a gardening magazine, "I think I would die if I could not garden."

Whilst that is extreme, I can relate to the depth of emotion, with regard to her garden.

Yesterday afternoon I had the time to work in the garden. Down on my knees, removing creeping buttercup from the beds.

Several bees joined me, and I found that I had drifted far away. Watching them work had calmed me.......given me a moment simply to be.

I was conscious of myself, and all that was around me,

not wanting to move or to change or do anything at all.

Simply to be.........

"Cup of tea for the gardener" Mr P brought me back to earth. His smile made me smile.

"Have you noticed the gardens closing in?" he said

And do you know, he is right. The garden is starting to wrap itself around me.
This has always been my dream, a secret garden.
A space of tranquility, restfulness,

a place to forget the stresses and pressures of life outside.

I am humbled by the toughness of nature, its ability to look after itself,
the eternity of it all.

I leave you with the words of Bliss Carman........

'Where is heaven? Is it not

Just a friendly garden plot,

Walled with stone and roofed with sun,

Where the days pass one by one.

Not too fast and not too slow

Looking backwards as they go

At the beauties left behind

To transport the pensive mind.

Love your garden and enjoy the sparkle it brings to your life.

Precious moments.

2011-04-28T12:53:00.000-07:00

There is a quietness about her these days. She is so very tiny. I wonder how she stays so strong. We sit in the copse and speak of childhood days.....I hold her hand, I listen. She seems to need to tell me things. She asks about the garden.
She tells me she is proud of me, how pretty I look....a mother always thinks her child is beautiful. There is no love, like a mothers love. We leave the copse. I feel peaceful.......

I see Poppi running towards us. She hugs her Great Grandmother. I hold Mum, to steady her, so that she can enjoy this moment.

The garden is so dry. Yet, everything is so beautiful.

Perhaps it is just that I love it and have a need to do just that.

Mum and I slowly walk the garden. I pop my pretty sun hat on her head.

She laughs and the cockney sparrow puts on her 'posh voice' and puts her nose in the air, as she tries to walk with some elegance. I smile.......my mother has always been able to laugh at herself. I love her for that.

We sit at the table with the rest of the family. Mother made some cakes, she makes wonderful cakes.

I gaze across the garden......my thoughts are far away. It is a wonderful journey we walk with our parents as they age. They have so much to tell, things perhaps, that we did not know. I am spending more time with them.......quality time.

I awake each morning in gratitude for the blessings of another day, for each is a precious gift and a priceless opportunity to live, to laugh and to love.

Sunday safari

2011-04-10T10:15:00.001-07:00

These days, are golden days.

Time to dream days.

Or sit by a pond and reflect days.

Feel the warmth of the sun, on the back of your neck. It has been a long cold winter.

A walk in the woods alone, perhaps,

or maybe with a friend.

Time to give someone a hug. Show them you are pleased to see them.

Or just time, to sing your little heart out.

Or make a bonnet for Easter........

Whatever you choose to do, be happy.......life is good.

Happy Sunday safari.

Down on my knees......

2011-04-07T11:05:00.001-07:00

As I walked into the garden this morning I disturbed the heron.

He had been taking fish from next door's pond. Such majestic birds.

Tulip 'Lady Jane' has just come into bloom. Getting down on one's knees to weed the borders, is the perfect opportunity to view the garden close up and personal.

'Shirley' is such a lovely colour. I added the bulbs to the garden during the winter.

Snakeshead Fritillary have petals chequered in purple and cream. It is an easy meadow plant. Elizabethan ladies used them to decorate their dresses.

Epimedium 'Versicolor' is beautiful. You really do have to be down on your knees to appreciate just how lovely she is.

They adapt well to dry shade and seem to enjoy being planted beneath shrubs.

The leaves are evergreen and tinged red when young.

This is an absolute surprise. It has taken four years for Erythronium 'pagoda' to bloom.

Had I not been weeding, I think I would have missed this little bloom.

After pottering amongst the borders for a couple of hours I took a walk into the copse. The rabbits were enjoying the warmth of the day. I have not seen 'the old boy' for quite a while. I wonder if he survived the winter.......

A bee fly caught my eye. Fascinating little creatures.

They take nectar from flowers. Forget me nots seem to be the favourite today.

Hope you are enjoying your garden as much as I am.....have fun.

White flowers, just cannot resist them.

2011-04-05T10:52:00.000-07:00

White flowers in a garden, give me a feeling of complete peace.

They bring about a feeling of calm.

I find them restfull, they help me forget the stresses of everyday life.

I love the way they glow in moonlight.

They are just pure heaven for me.

This is one of my favourites at the moment. The water hawthorn, little boats floating on the pond, surrounded by duckweed and bubbles. You can grow this beauty in a water-filled tub. She will flower until the first frosts. On warm days she fills the air with the most beautiful fragrance. Insects are drawn to her in large numbers and some drown trying to reach her (poor things).

This little beauty lifts my spirits each time I walk past......happy April days.

The joy a garden holds....

2011-03-30T02:03:00.000-07:00

I sat in wonder as I watched the seagull, chase the heron, in the skies above the garden.

It is good to be still, to be at one with mother earth, and to feel the heartbeat of this garden.

I sigh when I discover the abandoned duck eggs in the bog garden. To be truthful, it is not a good place to nest....the ducklings would be vulnerable. I shall think about fencing this area next year. It will give the mallards a chance to breed here. I feel so honoured that they stayed for a while....they left a message.....the garden is a haven for wildlife.

I have located six bumblebee nests, I have marked each one.......they need to be protected. I am thrilled numbers grow here.

I am in my tenth year with the garden. I knew there would be a turning point for me and today it came. Silently, it crept up on me, as I walked through this magical place.

I have read numerous books on wildlife gardening. My collection is vast and fills an oak bookcase, BUT experience is the greatest teacher of all.

I have watched small creatures pass away and seen new life begin.

I have had successes and failures. I have laughed and cried.

This gardens runs through my veins and touches my very soul.

I love every part of it....including the stinging nettles that support the local butterflies, giving them a chance to breed.......

Here they will not be destroyed by the councils tractor that cuts the verges within an inch of their life. Mowing down the wildflowers that the wildlife depends on.

I sold ten plants yesterday......a chalk board at the gate called to a lady as she passed by. She bought nearly all of my 'king size' navy blue sweet peas. They have an amazing scent....I am sure she will be pleased.......

Sunday safari....ancient woodland.

2011-03-27T07:35:00.001-07:00

Britain's woodlands wake from their winter slumber this year to a reprieve.

Plans to sell 258,ooo hectares of government-owned forests - a fifth of all woodlands in England - have been scrapped.

More than 500,000 people signed a petition opposing the proposed sell-off,

forcing the Prime Minister to abandon the consultation over their future.

Fears that the open access to these forests for walkers,

horse riders and cyclists could be lost,

that biodiversity may not be protected,

that forests would be sub-divided, or even chopped down,

prompted widespread condemnation.

Riley and Poppi are fortunate to have ancient woodland at the bottom of their garden.

In a few weeks the woodland floor will be carpeted with bluebells and other wildflowers.

Long may it remain so.........happy Sunday safari.

Polyanthus

2011-03-24T12:19:00.001-07:00

Gold laced polyanthus began to appear in UK around the mid 17th century. They were one of the most noted prize flowers among florists. They have graced this garden for many many years. The previous owner tells me he can never remember a time without them.

Initially I was not overly keen on them, but over the years I have begun to look forward to seeing them. These shy little blooms have made their way along the path of the woodland walk. I like the clear lines ......I like the contrast in colour......in fact I now realise I really love gold laced polyanthus.

Is there a plant that captured your heart when you least expected it????

Gifts and wildflowers.

2011-03-22T11:50:00.001-07:00

I celebrated my 60th birthday last week. I had not realised getting older could be such fun. My parents and mother in law bought me this beautiful bird bath.
It suits the bamboo garden very well.

Warmer weather has allowed me to spend more time in the garden. Division of plants are doing well and seedlings are growing. I am enjoying this project.

Wildflowers are a priority. Pasque flower is a native. She is a shy yet exotic beauty.......

now rarely seen in the wild. The name refers to Easter, when the large cup-shaped flowers unfurl on short stems from their hairy buds. They have five or six violet-purple petaloid sepals and an explosion of vibrant yellow stamens at their centre.

The leaves are bipinnate and feathery and the plant is covered in a fuzz of hairs.
Surely this must be one of our prettiest wildflowers??

Days are warm and sunny.........I saw two butterflies today, a peacock and a brimstone. Mallards and moorhen are regular visitors to the garden. Spring is here if only for a moment......mother nature often teases us during March and April, I am happy to play along with her.........

Things change in just a few days......

2011-03-05T10:31:00.000-08:00

A week in Cornwall with Mr P was just perfect....wall to wall sunshine was a blessing. The first thing I do when I get home is walk the garden. I like to note the changes.

Daffodils are now in bloom, they do brighten dull days. Tete a tete work well here, ideal for an exposed garden.

Kilmarnock willow have broken bud. I can never walk by without touching them. Well they are very tactile, don't you think?
Cowslip are in flower ........memories of a friend who passed away. They came from her much loved cottage garden. They are very precious.........
I planted Helleborous Tutu last December. A Christmas gift from my parents. It is lovely to see her in bloom.

I am not disappointed.....she is very pretty. My collection of hellebores is increasing as the years roll by. They never fail to please me and will always be at the top of my list of favourites.

Queen bee likes Tutu......
She stayed a while ........
After visiting Helleborous White Beauty she made her way back to her nest.

It lies beneath an old oak tree. She is a clever bee......wild flowers bloom beneath the old tree in the summer. A perfect location.

"God almighty planted a garden.......and indeed it is the purest of human pleasures"........................Francis Bacon

Enjoy your garden........and count your blessings.

BZzzzzzzzzz

2011-02-24T10:24:00.001-08:00

I am a woman.....I am allowed to change my mind. I am a Pisces, we often decide on one line of action, and then take precisely the opposite course. Mr P calls me a butterfly because I flit from one thing to another, but never quite settle. I like being me......

Whilst I can ignore the blooms in my garden, and not feel a need to post.....

It doesn't matter how beautiful they are....I can appreciate them and walk by......BUT
when a queen bee arrives, I have to tell everybody.

I watched her every movement, as she danced among the crocus blooms.

They are such exquisite creatures.

Oh joy, the bees are back.......

Blogging break......

2011-02-15T05:54:00.001-08:00

I am learning about the soil beneath my feet......

I need to make changes to the garden......more shelter belts, new borders. I need more time......

I also plan one day to run a small nursery from my home. This year will be spent taking cuttings, dividing perennials etc.....hopefully by this time next year I will have plenty of plants to sell.

My time is limited due to family commitments. With that in mind, I have decided to take a few months away from blogging.

I also feel you must tire of seeing the same plants each season........I feel I am a tad repetitive at times. Perhaps a break will be a good thing.......

The weather has turned and is as it should be for this time of year.
I gardened today in icy rain.....
The garden is looking very pretty......spring bulbs are popping up, and giving lots of colour.

Enjoy your gardens and the spring weather when it arrives.

I will be back in the summer, or possibly before if something amazing happens and I need to tell someone about it.

Have fun.........

sunday safari...a secret garden.

2011-02-13T04:45:00.000-08:00

As time passes the small copse is becoming a quiet and secluded place.

Flowers bloom early here because she is sheltered. My first daffodil is about to open......

Mosses grow on decaying fallen branches.....

Elder grows from a rotting tree stump. This small area is full of life and death.......

A pot that was blown over in the wind becomes a home for some small creature.

Plants and trees grow, without attention.

We can grow something beautiful by shaping nature.....

but left to its own devices, a garden will show a certain character,
create its own atmosphere. This is now a secret garden. It has a magic all of its own..... nature has the upperhand. I am loving watching the changes.

Have you an area in your garden that has great meaning? Do tell me, I would love to hear about it.......

Happy Sunday safari.

An early Spring

2011-02-11T08:15:00.000-08:00

It's all moving a little too fast for me. The mild weather has encouraged growth.

I fear a change of weather........harsh frosts are not something I care to think about at the moment. At this time I am enjoying working in the garden and I truly appreciate all that is around me. Everything is changing, and I almost can feel the sap rising within me.

I love Hazel catkins, I like to watch them dancing in the breeze.

The red flowers are hard to spot, they are so tiny. Look close now.......
Erica carnea 'Springwood Pink' flowers from November to March. They are very wind resistant and do well on this exposed site.

Skimmia japonica 'Rubella' covered in bunches of rosy pink buds. They like shade, too much sun and their leaves turn yellow.

I find the stinking hellebore strangely attractive. The pendulous stems, with their clusters of neat greenish - yellow cup shaped flowers, outlined in reddish - purple are so unusual.......I like them, I really do.

The plant has evolved an unusual way of dispersing its seeds.

They exude an oil that attracts snails; once the snail has consumed the oil, the seed sticks to its slime and is carried away to a new site. Fascinating.

Have a lovely weekend and I hope the weather is kind to you.

Sunday safari.........in search of flowers.

2011-02-06T01:59:00.000-08:00

Last year I was given a beautiful book......In a Unicorn's Garden. It has been a source of inspiration to me and has pride of place on my bedside table. As I read the book a seed was planted in my mind, and started to grow. A 'winter meadow' beneath the old apple tree is the result.
What follows is an extract from the book....beautifully written.......and something that feeds the soul of this romantic gardener.

Somewhere deep within we all carry the memory of an archetypal paradise garden,

a place both gently ordered and of wild exquisite beauty,
filled with fruit and nut trees that defy the seasons, spangled with blossom,
bowed down with fruit dripping with ripe sweetness.

The ground is carpeted with soft meadow grasses and scattered with glittering wild strawberries and tiny flowers.

In this garden the sunlight has a golden purity,

the breezes are sweet and we are enfolded by a gentle nature.
In a place of such fecundity, such tranquility,

such sensuous pleasures that every generation seeks to recreate this earthly garden of enchantment.

Happy Sunday safari........

Fairy Garden

2011-02-04T07:17:00.000-08:00

Poppi and Riley stayed last weekend.

They helped me tidy the fairy garden, beneath the old apple tree.

It did not take long to remove the leaves and debris.

A female blackbird watched us work.

Dwarf iris are ready to burst into bloom.

My father gave me the fairies many years ago.

They have aged beautifully and are very precious to me.

To walk the garden you would think that Spring had arrived. The weather tells otherwise........an angry wind is whipping across the garden. I can hear it in the house, it comes done the chimney and sounds quite ghostly. I am not keen on the wind, it frightens me a little. I did not like it as a child. A branch near my bedroom window would tap against the glass, and make shadows on my bedroom wall. I spent a lot of time under the blankets when the wind blew.......

I hope the weather is peaceful in your part of the world....

Have a lovely weekend.

Tiny woodland.......

2011-01-25T10:14:00.000-08:00

One of my most favourite areas in this garden is the woodland walk. It was the first mark made on this plot. I have watched it develope with interest and after the initial planting, I have left Mother Nature to take charge. I like her style, she does it so much better than I ever could.

It does not matter how small or large a garden is, it is what we do with it that matters.

In a changing world, I get much comfort from the garden. It is a natural space, full of life. Can you see the fly......the sweet perfume of the Christmas box has charmed him.......me also.

This is a green space, green is good, when the skies have held nothing but grey for weeks and weeks on end.
Our native Lords and Ladies have risen from the soil, some have spotty leaves. They are lush this year, perhaps the extended cold weather has done them good.
A woodland would be incomplete without native primrose. They line the pathway, putting on such a pretty show.
Stinking Hellebore, another native. The leaves smell when they are crushed, their blooms are much loved by bees. I watch the 'mosi' on the leaf.......

BUT the star of the show has to be our native snowdrop. Such a fragile looking bloom and yet they survive the coldest temperatures, and never fail to bring a smile.

A week of milder temperatures has brought much life to the woodland walk. The cold weather returns at the end of the week. Despite that, I feel as though I am

walking the path to spring, that she is only a breath away. It is good to dream.

Sunday safari

2010-12-05T08:24:00.001-08:00

It rained for 24 hours. The snow has gone.

Redwings feed on hawthorn berries. I can hear them calling to each to other. If you click on the image, you will see a lone bird.

Many birds have flocked to the garden. The song thrush is a personal favourite and I am always so pleased to see her.

Temperatures have dropped during the last few hours and rain turns to ice......
Moths gather around the front door.......it is sheltered.
Christmas box will be in bloom in a few weeks. It's sweet perfume will fill the garden.
I am getting ready for Christmas. The family will gather here. There is lots to be done.

This will be my last post until the New Year. I wish you all a peaceful and happy Christmas.......

Happy Sunday safari.

Me and my dog......

2010-12-02T02:00:00.001-08:00

Nella is a rescue dog. She was abandoned in woods near to my home. When they found her, she appeared to have recently given birth. They did not find her puppies. The sanctuary that took her in, told me she wimpered for three days and did not eat.

I remember so clearly the day I got the call. "Cheryl, we have a dog that needs a good home. It will need a lot of space. It might help with your rabbit situation."

I was not sure, I had always had spaniels.

When I arrived at the kennels they told me she was a Patterdale Terrier. I knew nothing about this breed. We walked to her kennel. As I approached Nella ran to the bars and greeted me. I can truthfully say at this point I really was not sure.

at the time I had a spaniel, she was deaf and partially sighted.

Then there was Riley and Poppi. I bought Nella home for a weekend to see how she behaved. She showed such respect for Polly (my cavalier) and with Riley and Poppi, she was an angel. I had made my decision....she was here to stay.

Once Nella found her feet, she decided she was boss. Did I have a battle on my hands. For six months chaos reigned. She would run up the stairs and jump all over the beds........run through with muddy feet before I could grab her. Little puddles appeared on rugs and I despaired. BUT I was not going to give up on this little dog.......

She was worth every amount of frustration, every amount of mopping up and cleaning. She now understands who the boss is.......she obeys commands.......our bond is strong and I adore her, as much, as she loves me. Nella is without doubt my dog.

Every year dogs are abandoned or left at rescue centres after the Christmas period. Taking a dog into your home is a huge responsibility and one that should not be taken lightly. With tender loving care and lots of patience, they can be the most wonderful companion..........I would not be without Nella, my life would be less, without my little dog.

In the meadow we will build a snowman......

2010-11-30T05:18:00.000-08:00

Yesterday the sun shone,

and melted the ice.

Today, I awoke to a different scene.
The snow has worked its way south.

Time for children to have fun.

Time to capture the beauty all around us.
But let us not forget those less fortunate than ourselves. The elderly and infirm.......those who are homeless.......those who sit alone and will not hear a knock at the door.
Also our wildlife who will need shelter, food and water on these dark and cold winter days.
I have filled all my feeding staions with fresh food. Roosting pouches are filled with hay. There is plenty of water. I have put food out for the rabbits, yes rabbits. I know, I know.......lets not go there........my tender heart wins everytime.

I send my best wishes to those who live in Scotland, Wales, Northumberland and many other places in the North. Their weather is extreme.....but I know our Northern friends are a tough bunch and they will cope. They always do............

The snow continues to fall..........I am listening to Christmas carols. The house is very quiet. I think of all the celebrations that have taken place under this roof, and find it comforting.

Sunday safari.......Narnia

2010-11-28T08:00:00.001-08:00

The last two days, have been the coldest in late November, since records began.

Each plant carries ice crystals.

There is no movement........everything stands still.....waiting.

Their beauty captured..........

their displays breathtaking.
Apart from the birds, the garden is lifeless......
and so very quiet. And yet......

if we look closely, there is always something that surprises us. A shaft of light touches a seedhead........a solitary fly sits and dreams of spring..........

Happy Sunday safari.

Sunday safari

2010-11-21T01:51:00.001-08:00

It has been an odd week. The weather has been all over the place. Frosts, fog, rain and mostly grey skies.

Regardless, I have been out in the garden working. Clearing leaves is on-going.

It is a job I enjoy.

Hellebores, as most of you will know, tops my list of favourites. At this time they are looking lush and healthy.
And yes, we have babies. Ten little seedlings underneath the mother plant. I shall lift them and plant them along the woodland walk. It is best to move hellebore at this stage, as they do not like to be moved when they are mature.
Foxgloves have also appeared in great numbers....hooray. I counted at least three dozen new plants. Oh joy....bumble bee bedrooms.

Most of the trees have lost their leaves.
I love to see the birds dotted amongst the branches.

Nella has been working all week. She caught this female rat this morning. Living in the country has been a huge learning curve for me. Rats have to be controlled, I realise that. Nella is a good hunter. Thirty seconds and it is all over. She then drops her victim and leaves me to clear it. I always put the poor creature in the copse. This way rooks, magpies, stoats weasels etc will make a meal of the animal. The body has usually gone within 24 hours. It is good recycling.

Nella has caught two rabbits this week. The old boy is still around!! Bless him.

After running the garden for most of the day, Nella likes to sleep in front of the fire during the evening. I bought her a chair this week and put some old cushions on it. Nella took to it straight away. She works hard.........she deserves a treat.

Happy Sunday safari.

Sunday safari

2010-11-14T07:37:00.001-08:00

It has rained on and off for most of the week. The droplets look magical on the Monterey pine. It has done very well here. Goldcrest visit the tree looking for spiders and other insects.

Contorted hazel drips with catkins.......this tree does well in a large barrel or pot.

Calendula officinalis was common in medieval gardens. At that time marigolds were used in the kitchen to colour soup and butter. In the medicinal garden its cordial was said to cure depression. The plants were important enough to arrive in America with the first white settlers.
Schizostylis Coccinea 'major' has strappy leaves and loose spikes of rosy-red freesia flowers.
It starts blooming in September and goes on (in mild autumns) until the end of November. It has done well and adds much needed colour on these rather grey days.

Aster seedheads are very pretty. They remind me of mini powder puffs.

Microgreens are easy to grow. This late crop is a tasty addition to salads. Thank you Sherry for the inspiration.

The garden is sodden from heavy rains and wildlife is scarce. My projects are on hold until the rain stops and the soil dries out a little.

A squirrel has decided to spend time in the old apple tree, much to the annoyance of Nella. She spends hours sitting at the base, waiting and hoping.........

Quote: Dilettante gardeners love the spring and summer; real gardeners also love the winter.

Anne-Scott James. Down to earth.

Happy Sunday safari.

Sunday safari

2010-11-07T06:20:00.000-08:00

Autumn gives way to winter,

native hops need to be cut to the ground. A job waiting in the wings. The list is long.

Chrysanthemum 'fireworks' is just coming into bloom. I am only just beginning to truly understand this autumn plant. They seem to withstand any amount of cold and frost. Their blooms are such a bonus at this time of year. Note to self: I must plant more.
The scent wafts from Viburnum tinus. A must have evergreen for those of us who cherish our bees. No wonder it was in all old gardens from the sixteenth century and earlier.
I planted several Arum italicum in the Spring. It dies down in the summer. It has just started to show itself, dotted along the woodland walk. It will add much needed interest during the short winter days.

I am aware of the changes around me. I walk the garden each day, happy to share the season with all that surrounds. The garden is hushed, there is a quietness that comes with the approach of winter. A much needed quietness.
Robins are ever near. They remind me of what is to come. I share my winters with Robin......he follows me around the garden. I always give him food away from the other birds.
The old buck is doing well. He is plump and ready to face whatever winter throws his way. We have experienced a period of peace during the summer and autumn. I fear this may be coming to an end. When food is scarce he will use my plants as fodder..........but I now know, from experience, the garden will survive. He will frustrate me for sure but I think I am learning to live with this particular rabbit. There is something just a little too cute about this old timer.

My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.

Abram L. Urban

Happy Sunday safari.

I was born to garden........

2010-11-04T12:05:00.000-07:00

I never planned this garden, it just seemed to happen. My life is much the same, I am not a great planner........

And yet, for me, it works. Of course, there is always room for improvement

but I am so enjoying watching it mature and change.

I have made sure that there is always something in bloom, regardless of the time of year.
Plenty of berries for birds.

Food to help them through a harsh winter.
Plenty of blooms in case the bees wake from their slumber on a warm winter day.
I was born to garden for wildlife. It has given me so much pleasure....beyond words in fact.
I leave you with one of my favourite quotes:

Live each day as if it were your last, and garden as though you will live forever.

Anonymous.

Garden update

2010-10-30T03:49:00.001-07:00

The small copper was still flying the day before I left for Spain.

Bumbles......

and honey bees were around in small numbers.
Harsh frosts hit the garden whilst I was away,

autumn, is now, very much in evidence.

Grasses play an important role in this autumnal garden.

Birds are making good use of the feeders.

Many are getting used to me and my camera.

Blue tits are extremely co-operative.

The roof is finished. We now have a problem with the chimney (it is going to fall down...ha!). Apparently the old bricks (approx 500 years old) are crumbling, so it will probably not withstand another winter.
Most of the slate tiles have been used to re-roof the garage. I have used the broken tiles to edge the long border. It gives the bed a nice neat edge and will be a wonderful hiding place for insects as I have placed them 3 - 5 slates deep.

I have also used the old ridge tiles in the garden. They look lovely edging the fernery. I love the lichen that has formed over the years, wonderful mini habitat.

As the ferns hosta and geraniums increase in size, I am sure they will blend in beautifully. They will also be a perfect hiding place for toads, frogs, hoglets etc.

I had a wonderful time with the grandchildren. Temperatures were absolutely perfect for me (around 20C 72F).

It is good to be home....I always miss Nella. She is my constant companion, and I seem to have a bit of me missing when I am without her.

Hope you are well, enjoying the season and all that is offers.

Indian summer.......

2010-10-08T00:07:00.001-07:00

I have listened to their pleasant twittering warble all summer. I have watched them feed above the garden. Now they prepare for their long flight to South Africa. Not all will make it. God's speed little ones.

After six days of rain the sun has come out bringing much needed warmth. The bees are back in small numbers.

Miniature rose are still blooming freely in the window boxes.

Asters are an autumn treasure......much needed colour in the autumn garden.

Primroses bloom in Poppi's fairy garden. I miss her, she is enjoying school. Her time to grow, to learn, to be Poppi.

As much as I am not a fan of fuchsia, they have put on magnificent displays this year.

The blooms have been perfect.
The rabbits give me a gentle reminder that they are still around........warning me of possible damage. I must protect more plants this winter.

Finally the slate tiles on the roof will be removed. Kent peg tiles have been sourced......and the old house will be taken back to her former glory. There are 5,000 tiles to be put in place, so it will not be a quick job.

At the end of October I am taking the little ones for a beach holiday at Mojacar.

Time to run free, to dabble in rock pools......to sit at a beach bar and take lunch.

I am looking forward to spending time with them.......

See you in November.........stay well, stay happy and enjoy your pretty gardens.

The joy of an autumn garden.....

2010-09-30T10:27:00.000-07:00

A mist hung over the garden this morning.

Overnight rain clung to petals,

creating wonderful photo opportunities.

I have always loved autumn. It is, for me, the most perfect season.
Bittersweet climbs the hedgerows........

and elderberries droop with swollen fruits.
Native monkshood has just come into bloom. Every piece of this plant is poisonous. It is a personal favourite, carder bees seem to love it to.

Corn marigolds bloom from May - first frosts. I love this native, it is wonderful for insects.
The Red Admiral is a regular visitor.

Grasses are now in flower, and make a statement in the border.

Rotting honeysuckle berries make a tasty feast for comma's.

Red admiral seems to favour the elder.

I remember the words of Lisa........I love going away because when you get back home, your garden is new to you again.

I have found this to be true......it is like coming home to a very old friend.

I am so enjoying autumn, are you??