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Gardening Rituals …

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For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Edwin Way TealeIt’s a busy old time of year.  Now that I have finished all the winter preserving it is time to  get the garden into shape.  It is sad to see the garden slowly withering away but there are annual rituals to perform that will bring it back to life next year.Just as at Christmas time families do the same things every year, so this applies to gardeners too.    It seems the most natural thing to start to prepare the garden against the onset of winter; to plants bulbs for a fine spring display; to collect seeds from dying plants to save in envelopes; taking cuttings from favourite plants – just in case. The third stage of the gardening year has begun.  Decisions have been made – bulbs have been bought – planning what goes with what and where they will be planted for the best effect.Thought has gone into what needs to be cut back – what needs to be moved or s…

The Breezes Taste of Apple Peel …

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"September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret."
-   Alexander Theroux, 1981The autumn equinox will soon be upon us – September has flicked her skirts and laughed in the face of dreary August.  She has showered us with sunshine, and one last lingering look at summer.  For that I am grateful. "Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a young and a callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow--follow, oh-oh." 
-  Try to Remember, Lyrics by Tom Jones and Harvey SchmidtThe garden has been filled with bees and butterflies and all flying things  settling to collect pollen whilst there is time.  Soon the flowers will wither and seed heads will form ready to scatter themselves over the newly dug earth and continue to delight and surprise n…

It’s Good To Be Back …

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You would think that going on holiday would be a restful experience wouldn’t you?  Well, I am living proof that it is very tiring.  The weather was so lovely that we got up at ‘the crack of sparrows’ to make the most of each sun-filled day.  Visiting much-loved places, walking, walking, walking – my poor feet.  Such a good week – but now we’re back home – the washing machine has been going non-stop and the garden badly needs attention. My neighbour managed to keep the greenhouse going but the rest of it – containers, hanging baskets etc. look the worse for wear – she did her best I am sure – but at least I can start thinking about a good clear up now and bulb planting can begin in earnest.What a jam-packed week we had.  The sun shone all day every day.  We walked on coastal paths, through woods, across heath land, sandy beaches, pebbley beaches,  discovered places we hadn’t visited before, saw  lots of wild life, people swimming in the sea, high tides, super moons –  ate delicious sea…

Missing You Already

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It’s a funny thing – but when I think about leaving home for one of our little trips to the coast – I get kind of homesick even before we have left.  At the weekend we shall be packing up the car and heading off into the wild blue yonder – breathing in the salty air, feeling the sand between our toes and watching the surf rolling in.  Taking walks in pine forests, watching sea birds swoop and dive, walking coastal paths – eating food prepared by someone else for a change – jaws dropping at the wonder of it all.And yet – I shall miss my little home and my slightly bedraggled garden.  One last look around, taking pictures of all that is dear – then driving off without a backward glance.  For when we return it will all be just where we left it – the garden requiring attention – the house a little dustier – mail piled up behind the front door – just as it is good to get away – it will be good to be back.See you in a weeks’ time when maybe we can chat about the splendours of autumn and lov…