Garden Journal 2017

Oooh, goodie! A new year, another new if arbitrary beginning, and another chance to change this and that in my garden, plant new shrubs amd flowers, and write all about each gardening day. As in my gardening, I will try to be deep and meaningful in my writing. I will try to make every day count, and not be boring in the retelling of it. I might even find some new, fresh adjectives with which to describe the roses. Promises, promises! So here's the Moosey Garden Journal for 2017.

Happy 2017Happy 2017...
Happy New Year! Oh joy - no New Year's Resolutions for me in 2017. I am simply going to follow my nose. Not that there's anything unpleasantly fragrant in my garden. I am going to trust myself to know what needs doing. I am going to listen to what my garden asks of me...
Early morning thought processes...Early morning thought processes......
I don't know which early morning thought process I prefer. Waking up thinking about the garden and knowing exactly where I'm going to work. Or waking up in a vague garden daze, with no clue or inspiration as to the Task de Jour.
More of summer, pleaseMore of summer, please...
More of summer, please. What's the story about all the cold rain - and the hail that's forecast? This will not do! I have a garden to weed.
Moosey the Moocher...Moosey the Moocher......
Only the seventh day of the year and I'm feeling garden-petulant and moochy. An emergency list, quickly : Sweep the patio and the decking. Tidy all the pots. Stack stray firewood logs, pick up old plastic planting pots. Rake the weeds off the driveway. Take pleasure from the mundane.
Lightweight...Lightweight......
It's been a lightweight gardening week - nice visitors, swimming, forest walks (with Winnie the young dog) and relaxing on garden seats reading detective stories, snacking on cherries and raspberries. Summer fruits - yum! Summer visitors - yeay! Summer days - nice and lazy!
Summer weeding...Summer weeding......
Never, ever assume anything concerning a random gardener. These last days have super hot. So I've been weeding, all day. No sore hands, and I haven't become bored or grumpy. And no sneaky tricks (like the reward of the pensioner's pub roast) needed. Summer weeding. Just like that!
RewardsRewards...
Need a reward for working hard all day in the garden? For me, the anticipation of a tasty evening meal works the best. OK. Here's today's deal. Work hard, then enjoy a pensioner's country pub roast tonight, with a glass of Merlot...
Another new plan!Another new plan!...
The last gardening week of my January has been groovy. Each morning I've been out exercising myself and the dogs, and in the afternoons I've done maybe three hours weeding in the garden. I have a new Personal Management Plan (must be a January thing, like joining a gym hee hee).
Back into the Wattle WoodsBack into the Wattle Woods...
The Wattle Woods are lovely, criss-crossed with winding paths, not deserving of gardener neglect. When an area in my garden is messy I tend not to visit it much, out of guilt. And self-preservation...
Overflowing with wind...Overflowing with wind......
My garden is overflowing with wind. So I've been partially gardening, sneaking back inside when the big trees become too noisy. But the garden still looks beautiful in its summer colours. Pink and green. Apricot and green. Anything and green, I guess!
Disheartened? Me?Disheartened? Me?...
I am banning the word 'disheartened' from my garden journal ramblings. This word describes how I sometimes feel. It is a word to be fought off, and if possible knocked out, by lots of well-organised hard work. No garden should make its gardener feel disheartened. Not should gardening magazines and books!
Balanced...Balanced......
Balance in the garden means more than staying on the bridge, not wobbling off to land in the water, or (worse) the spiky Gunnera. One needs to balance one's gardening speed. One day, work ferociously fast. Then stand for half an hour and do some hand-held watering of the roses - gardening in the slow-lane!
Almost half-way!Almost half-way!...
February is almost half-way through - things move so fast! Early mornings are noticeably darker, and the midday shadow angles look different. Aha! The sun is beginning to shift in the sky. Things are changing. Summer is slowly sneaking out.
Visitors!Visitors!...
The mid-summer garden visitors (flowers, I mean) are slowly packing up their things and moving on out. This morning I said goodbye, wistfully, to the miniature Agapanthus flowers which ring Pond Cottage's wee garden and the nearby path around the pond. Well done, my pretty blues.
A sad story...A sad story......
Life is a bit sad without Tiddles the Tabby (with too many toes). My beautiful polydactyl cat has now been missing for six days. Each day the dogs and I wander around the orchard - her favourite hunting ground. But I'm calling to nothing. I don't sense her being anywhere close.
Quality dog-timeQuality dog-time...
Remember my New Year's Resolution? Oops. It's nearly two months old now, and already I've forgotten all about it. I was going to be 'kinder' (obviously to all my humans, etc) - but specifically to my dogs. It's nearly two months old now, and already I've forgotten all about it.
No slowing down...No slowing down......
Eek! It's already March, the third month of the year, and my garden is slowing down for autumn. But I am not slowing down - no way! It's the perfect time for planting - Aha! New shrubs! And shifting the existing ones around.
Elastic hours...Elastic hours......
Sometimes gardening time goes all stretchy, full of elastic hours, with no definite scale or measure. Suddenly, after what feels like a gentle pottering session, insignificant time-wise, I see that it's five o'clock. Eek! I started work mid-morning...
My non-gardening journalMy non-gardening journal...
Over the last days we've had nearly sixty mm of rain. It's fallen steadily and soaked into the dry ground. Phew! The garden, the orchard, and the paddocks have all needed this wonderful moisture. I've done no gardening - just some drizzle photography.
The bonfiring season begins...The bonfiring season begins......
I declare the season of the autumn bonfire open! Yeay! Yeay? Some things are 'awfully' necessary, as is burning all the dry rubbish in my garden. Perennial trimmings, debris from the huge gum trees, Cordyline leaves...
Soft-shoe shuffle...Soft-shoe shuffle......
Most years I'll declare : 'March is marching on'. But this year March is dancing the softest of soft-shoe shuffles, with the slightest hint of autumn colour, the lightest touch of chill in the mornings. Lightly, spritely, so delightfully...
e-dog is visiting!e-dog is visiting!...
It's a drizzly weekend and Mister Brown is back! Escher the brown dog (e-dog is his new nickname) is staying for a few days. He's been running madly around the garden with Winnie, while old man Rusty plods along by my heels.