Garden Journal 2021

Hello, 2021. Best not to think too far ahead about you. One day at a time. I promise write lots of happy journal pages (no moaning allowed) and enjoy my garden. That means relaxing and looking, as well as working hard in it!

Happy New YearHappy New Year...
What a year 2020 has been! Bad for the world, good for the garden... And I guess not so bad for a moderately unsociable gardener based safely in New Zealand, oops. So what's it to be, 2021?
A messy business...A messy business......
I've been thinking about the messy end of the Hump Garden, while listening to the cricket commentary on my wee radio. Very nice, very slow, very summer holidayish. But I can't decide what to do, and I've mislaid my hand digger and my spade...
Too much thinking...Too much thinking......
There's a danger in overthinking a garden development, when there's just one of you (i.e. just me). Too much thinking takes time away from the real issues, like weeding. Too much squinty visualisation and analysis pulls focus away from soil maintenance and mulching. And too much thinking makes a simple task seem difficult...
Spread out more...Spread out more......
Working in one garden area for days, I lose track of calendar time. I get stuck in a rut and forget that other parts of the garden are growing madly, maybe even getting out of control. Oops. I need to spread myself out more.
Flowery trimming...Flowery trimming......
I rather enjoy a spot of flowery trimming! It can even be done successfully in a white apres-gardening cotton shirt and the wrong shoes. Much more relaxed tripping gaily around nipping at dead-heads than battling dandelions and clover.
Bad timingBad timing...
Such bad timing. Right at the end of yesterday, with no time or energy left, I went over to Henworld - a circular garden underneath huge gum trees by the hen house. I was carrying my new metal rooster, and feeling jolly pleased with my tired and gardenworn self.The idea was to pop rooster in the Agapanthus with the others...
Scruffy time...Scruffy time......
OK. It's Scruffy Time. Hot winds, Campion and Lychnis done and dusted, time to trim them. Falling pieces of gum bark - clean them off the lawns and the gardens. Then tomorrow do it all again...
My piano is back...My piano is back......
Just for once, my garden is relegated to second place in my heart. Because my piano is back in my house. It has been reconditioned. It feels amazing. It feels settled, totally connected to me, and finally at peace. Wow. What a transformation.
Hot summer days...Hot summer days......
Spent the whole morning playing my piano (washed my hands first). I love my piano, now that it is playing properly. Not that I am - have decided that my left hand fingering is too inconsistent. No wonder improvements are so slow...
Another hot summer day...Another hot summer day......
It's another hot summer's day - too hot even for the cats to come on our dog walks. And guess what, garden-wise? I've found some roses which are struggling, and I want to relocate them. Right now. There's silly, and then there's simply too silly. One does not do this in the heat of mid-summer.
Unfair!Unfair!...
Seems a little unfair. We 'enjoyed' two to three days (it felt like weeks) of really hot temperatures and nasty winds. I watered my garden at night, I watered the pots on the patio, I carefully dribbled hoses onto sad trees. I thought I'd got away with it. Alas, no, I didn't, and I am only just noticing the damage.
Good morning, February...Good morning, February......
Good morning to February, and to my singing dogs, throats stretched up to the ceiling. Oh joy! Woke up feeling dissatisfied (no reason for this), with a bit of a headache. A dog walk in the fresh air around the orchard has cleared my head. We met the Fred cats at the hay barn, with much tummy-showing and face-licking. How lucky am I!
So silly...So silly......
Am so silly sometimes. Trimming a garden on the back house lawn, noticed lots of little white specks all over the leaves. Aargh! The dreaded white-fly! Raced in to find my insect spray. Came back, looked again. Oops. Queen Anne's Lace seeds! Lovely! I love this annual - it is most welcome to self-seed for me.
Today, tomorrow...Today, tomorrow......
It's so easy thinking of things to do in the garden tomorrow. Move this, tidy that, plant here, weed there... Wandering around the garden, I always see things to do tomorrow. What's so special about tomorrow? What's wrong with today?
Oops times 5Oops times 5...
I've just been outside with spade and diggers to shift some Pittosporums and plant the large leafed Bergenias in the Pond Paddock Garden. Have been meaning to do this for ages. This was to be the triumphant tying up of a gardening loose end, so to speak. I love the foliage plants in the Pond Paddock.
Rather nice?Rather nice?...
Beauty is definitely in the eye (and the mood) of the beholder. Yesterday my garden was looking rather nice - an honest, sprawling, mid-season garden. I smiled indulgently at the flopping Shasta daisies, the yellow dandelion flowers, the rose and dahlia dead-heads. Sweet things! Symbols of the ever-changing cycle of nature...
Pumpkins...Pumpkins......
I seem to have an excess of pumpkins roaming around the Hump Garden. Daughter, who I share produce with, has even more. In her (small) edible garden vines trail up and over trellises and fences. My pumpkins have climbed all over the other plants, threading themselves through the ornamental grasses...
Anniversary...Anniversary......
Today is the tenth anniversary of the Christchurch Earthquake. I do my own remembrance by floating rose petals down the water race at the appropriate time, 12:51. Hopefully I get the time right this year.
Happy?Happy?...
I am very happy in my garden. But I am not happy with my garden. Areas that get irrigated are fine, others not so. Bad planting choices, lack of sensible watering plans - hoses not reaching, moisture running off compacted soil... So technically speaking I am not happy with me! Aargh!
A garden and a library...A garden and a library......
All I need is a garden and a library, right? Yes and no. I'm going to miss singing, but choirs are super-spitty things. We have gone back up a Covid level, so I semi-lock down myself- no choirs, no Silver Swans ballet classes. I have all the time in the world to read books and sort this sad garden of mine out, yes?
Shasta trimming...Shasta trimming......
It's time to start trimming the Shasta daisies. But didn't I just do this, a wee while ago? What on earth has happened to all those months in between? Aargh! Time is getting faster, I'm getting older...
Little by little...Little by little......
Little things add up to a lot, in the garden. Some days I do lots of little tasks. Insignificant by themselves, but wow! I reckon I achieved lots. Maybe not measured in hours spent, but in details taken care of. And in the distance my old green wheelbarrow covers (with me trudging behind).
In the water race...In the water race......
I've spent the last few days in the water race (wearing woolly socks and crocs) clearing and trimming the banks. It's quite private in there, tucked away, down out of sight. The water comes up to my knees. Just me, on my own, sloshing about.
Write now...Write now......
There are many reasons why gardeners keep journals, or write blogs. Some want to provide nerdy information, others to simply share their love of gardening. And occasionally a gardener might think they have something new to say...
My goodness...My goodness......
My goodness I have had a great weekend. Why exactly? I've enjoyed some great music rehearsals and some great gardening. The distraction of the 2000 piece jigsaw is gone - it's finished. There are some beautiful colours in my garden, and the greenery is magnificent.
Waiting...Waiting......
March 2021 has stalled. It's been a month of waiting. Waiting for rain - please, some rain. We are irrigating the sheep paddocks and/or parts of the gardens every night. Waiting for the autumn leaf colour. And waiting for the fire ban to be lifted...
April...April......
Good morning April. No fooling around for me on your first morning. I have my Silver Swans ballet class. Then I might leap (a grand jete?) into the last stretch of water (by Rooster Bridge) to finish my autumn water race clean-up.
Never dull...Never dull......
Yeay! My musical life is never dull. I have my wonderful jazz choir. I sing alto in posh Mozart Masses. And now I have been asked to perform in a Bob Dylan 80th Birthday Tribute Concert. This new venture is very exciting
Girlie GardeningGirlie Gardening...
Had such wonderful plans for today. I was going to spend the afternoon doing Girlie Gardening. Sorry, but that's what I call it. One gets out the coloured pencils, draws a wee map, and colours in everything. The path is shaded a delicate brown, miniature Agapanthus are a zig-zag of blue...
Gifted a garden!Gifted a garden!...
I love how unpredictable gardening life is. Some days can be lazy, others super-busy. For weeks it can feel like 'same old, same old' - weeding, trimming, raking... Then out of the blue a friend gifts me her whole garden (the house on her property is soon to be demolished). Wow!