Experimenting in my new glasshouse hothouse. Lettuce, begonias and a cat, so far. Very exciting. What else should I grow in here? All suggestions welcome.
One of the simple pleasures is breakfast at our local coffee shop with good book in tow. This morning these beautiful spring flowers welcomed me at the table.
I am reading Kate Llewellyn’s A Fig at the Gate (Crows Nest, NSW: Allen and Unwin, 2014). Her reflections on gardening and life are wise and considered.
Now I ready for a day in the garden. How have you started your Saturday?
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Kamenice nad Lipou – a gorgeous garden not far from where we are staying. The 700 year old linden tree was the star – it has weathered many storms, and with some support, survived the ravages and challenges of time – some people are like this too. ⭐️⭐️ ( by the way Lipou means linden😊 )
Check out its supports. Amazing tree. Happy gardening today.
Cold winter brings out these pink beauties.
A cool winter’s afternoon and friend, in the garden.
Today I was notified that this blog has reached 100 followers! I am very grateful to all of you, all over the world.
This blog started as way to link family to our travels. It is now more of a garden blog. As a huge thank you to all of you, I send you this red rhododendron – prolific and special – may your own writings and blogging be abundant and extraordinary!
Record rainfall over the last few months have prevented me from spending time in the garden. We have had snow, wind, hail and low level flooding! What a winter!
I guess this little fellow is waiting patiently for my return. Shortly, I will be able to show off my new veggie patch and restored chicken house – now a potting shed! Waiting for the sun and some warm weather. Look out for my posts soon.
It always amazes and delights me to see so many plants beginning to emerge and flower in the midst of winter.
The days here on the Mount are cold and yesterday was particularly foggy until lunch time. Today we had some bursts of sunshine enabling us to wander down and discover some new winter wonders.
Ten winters ago I was tending a tropical garden. Although I loved the bougainvilleas and the bromeliads, winter was a time to grow vegetables and trim the palms. Now there are so many tasks in winter – pruning, planting, planning for the changes and simply assisting plants to survive. However, these specimens need no assistance at all.
No, not the popular female singer but the crimson colours of the camelias! On this unusually sunny morning and the walkways strewn with pink petals, it never ceases to amaze me how these trees push forth their abundance.
In our decade here on the Mount, we have experienced drought conditions, heat waves, strong, hot northern winds and torrential rains. As a consequence, we have lost our fair share of important trees – a weeping cherry, the year we went to Italy; an established magnolia, the year of the drought and along with it, a magnificent pale pink rhododendron, odorata. With these significant losses we have tried to keep our mainstay trees alive during summer. Perhaps our lovely neighbours’ example of abundant watering makes sense! Our rewards are many.
My gratitude really must go to the previous own of this property. She was a remarkable woman. Raising her four children alone and working as a nurse by night, she had a grand vision of the colours in a garden. Painstakingly planting camelias, rhododendrons, azaleas, lilacs and magnolias she created an English garden beneath a canopy of gum trees. In this season, however, it is the camelia which takes pride of place.
The English poets knew their landscapes. William Wordsworth wrote of paths and country meanderings. John Milton wrote about “those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world”. For me these are all found in a garden.