Flower Posy in a Jam Jar ...
My flower posies used to be a regular feature on the blog - a good way to show off what is flowering in the garden each month. But, of late, I have been rather distracted; neglectful of the blog and blogging; generally not putting in as much effort as I would like; letting things drift. I have a feeling of restlessness; of something missing that I can't quite put my finger on. It has been five years today that I began the blog, so running out of ideas to keep the blog fresh is no surprise.
Yet, I still enjoy my little space in blogland, and don't want to stop writing here; I am just struggling a little at the moment, which I am sure happens to the best of us at times.
So here I am with the old standby, the flower posy. Garden pinks, bluebells, columbine and forget-me-nots - my first picking from the garden this year. In previous years I have featured the early bulbs; daffodils and tulips - but I didn't even think of picking them this year - I guess I have had other things on my mind.
This week my time has been taken up with all the gardening chores that must be done at this time of year; it has been full steam ahead and I have had very little chance to think of anything other than what needs doing next.
The week before we had a wonderful thunderstorm.
The day was hot and humid. I planted nine tomato plants out in the ground and erected a tent cloche over them for protection. We dragged the patio table and chairs out of their winter storage, gave them a quick rub down with teak oil and I sat out under the umbrella reading 'The Orchardist' another of my favourite novels. Then the sky went as dark as a bruised plum; lightning forked and thunder rumbled and the rain came down; lightly at first, then in torrents. Wonderful. I stood at the open French windows watching and listening to the sound of the rain on the umbrella, watching the drips and pools it made on the pond. A summer storm is a fabulous thing.
And lastly, this is my pride and joy. An Auricula, grown from a cutting that a blogging friend sent me last year. I worried and fussed over the winter hoping that it would survive - and here is the proof that it did and is flowering beautifully.
"Every day of this wonderful season of growth seems precious. Most of us experience moments when we succumb to gloom about the prospects for our country, our children's and grandchildren's lives. But then a weekend such as this one shows off to perfection the awesome beauty of Britain, which triumphs over foreign enemies and politicians alike. A May morning amid sunshine and blossom feels as good as anything we could ask for." ~ Max Hastings (journalist)