Garden Journal 2019

Another year in the garden. Aargh! No - let's start this again. Another lovely year in my lovely garden. And 2019 is divisible by three. That means that each gardening day can be broken down into three parts - weeding, weeding, and then weeding. Aargh!

Happy New Year for 2019Happy New Year for 2019...
Happy New Year for 2019. So how has my gardening year started? Aha! With some jolly sensible weeding, followed by mulching. Because mulch stops the next batch of weeds from growing. My New Year's Resolution for this week is to get the weeds in The Hump under control...
Harmony...Harmony......
2019 has started, touch wood, with wonderful house animal harmony. Woof, woof, woof, sniff, a couple of squeaks, and a miaow from the adult cats, two new identical kittens (both called Fred), and three dogs (Escher the big brown dog is staying). Most of us seem to like each other.
Poem for 2019Poem for 2019...
Based on my experience so far this year (hee hee) here's my version of one of those cute Facebook poems : 'Plant dreams... Pull weeds... Mulch, mulch... Mulch some more... Then grow a happy life.'
Lovely summer!Lovely summer!...
Lovely summer. The garden is thriving, the kittens are growing, Tiger the cat is doing well on her new thyroid pills, the dogs are behaving, the new roses in The Hump are gloriously blooming...
By hand...By hand......
When a random gardener with great intentions (me) has a large garden, it's easy to forget to slow down. Hand-watering the roses - aargh! No time! But the little, slow things are sooooo important. Like stopping writing one's gardening journal to cuddle the kittens...
DonDon't look back......
Silly really. This morning I woke up in the cottage feeling a bit sad and sentimental. Why? Because I wanted today to be as nice as yesterday. Was this possible? Probably not. Blast. Yesterday was THE BEST. Well, this mood was just too silly for words...
Mundane...Mundane......
Some days a deeply spiritual gardener (me, for example) just has to tackle the mundane and the physical. Drag heavy things around, fill the barrow over and over again... Nothing dreamy about grunty gardening!