I can hear voices and children's laughter. We have new neighbours. At the end of the day, there is nothing sweeter, than hearing children running a garden and just having fun.
My Grandson chose this iris when he was two years old, he will be fifteen soon. Such lovely memories in a garden.
Despite the harsh Spring weather, the garden is coming into its own.
I have never seen the Rhododendrons looking so healthy.
And just look at the Hosta. Mr hedgehog is making an excellent job of keeping the slugs at bay.
The small meadow area is attracting lots of interest, from all sort of insects. It is wonderful to hear things buzzing about on a still Spring evening.
I remember my Grandmother saying 'Heaven is a little closer as the sun sets on the garden.'
I never knew quite what she meant. We can all interpret things in different ways.
I know how I see it as an adult. I often think of her and hope she meant, her garden looked more heavenly as each day ended...……..who knows :)
I love getting close to flowers and seeing right into the heart of them.
A camera makes that possible and enables us to see more detail.
Rhododendrons are just coming into flower. The following are my two favourites Yakushimanum Dreamland and
Fragrantissimum. As in the latin name it is all about the perfume and believe me the fragrance is amazing. For me, a white bloom tinged pink and the added gift of a sweet scent is irresistible.
Who does not love a rose. I have never met anyone who does not. I cannot remember the name of this one. She is a single bloom, and in her simplicity is beautiful.
A garden, a camera and my whole world changes. It draws me in and I forget worries and problems.
Happy gardening days :)
As children my brother and I would run wild through woodland on a Sunday afternoon. My dear Dad had been working all week, and our treat would be to walk through the woods to the old castle tower and have a treat of ice cream soda. How I cherished those Sundays and even now I am typing with a smile on my face.
When we moved here my dream was to give up part of the garden to a small piece of woodland. A leisurely approach for me was the answer. Planting the basics and letting the space develop. Mother Nature is the best gardener in my humble opinion.
Woodlands need the minimum of care and I believe the secret is to do as little as possible.
It is so easy to interfere and frighten off wildlife and spoiling the natural balance of things. That does not mean that the space cannot be extended and new pieces added.
I tend not to rake leaves or clear too many fallen branches, ageing and decay fuel life in a wood.
After all I would like to think it looks like a small wildwood not a miniature parkland.
I find woods one of the most peaceful places on earth, I love the birdsong and background hum of insects that come with it.
It always reminds me this is a very special environment filled with abundant life.
It brings back beautiful memories of my dear Mum and Dad.
Happy days filled with fun.
The sun was rising, the birds singing, I could not sleep. It was just to beautiful to let it pass in bed. I dressed, called Nella and off we went for a long walk.
Everything was hushed. It seemed the whole world was sleeping. I strolled, no quick pace today I wanted to absorb all that was around me. I love days like this. I cherish them.
I remember them.
Have a wonderful weekend my friends. May the sun shine on you.
What a lovely combination. The Holly Blue and forget me not.
