Recent Garden News

 Being modest, as usual...
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The Recent Garden News page displays the fifteen most recent additions to Mooseys Country Garden. This should help visitors keep up with what's going on in my garden.

Gardens are always growing and changing - there's always something new to see. And, as I love writing about my garden almost as much as being in it, there'll always be some new Moosey ramblings to read, or new pictures to look at. Perhaps the garden activities of my summer will warm up a northern hemisphere gardener's winter days. I know how much I enjoy my mid-winter garden visits to summery places.

Two weeks can be a long time in the life of a garden. There's inevitably some repetition, so please be understanding if I'm saying the same things over and over again. I hope you'll enjoy seeing what I've been working on recently...

Behind the pond...Behind the pond......
Stern words : I am to stop digging out new gardens in the Hump immediately. It's time to clean up the old gardens. I don't even need a list - choose any garden area, it will need help. So, fortified with the first cup of coffee of the day, I'm about to sort out the garden behind the pond...
Early autumnEarly autumn...
Ha! Nothing like a leisurely walk with the camera to inspire a gardener. Subtle beauty in the early autumn leaf colours, not so subtle messiness in the borders...
Is it a weed?Is it a weed?...
My garden is a thoughtful place in which to be in autumn, when sun, wind, and/or rain aren't too fiercely distracting. It's a measured time, giving rise to many old familiar questions. For example : do I consider Periwinkle a weed?
Caught!Caught!...
Sitting in bed with early cup of tea, I listened to the most doom-laden half hour of world news ever. It was an accident! I didn't mean to! I got caught in a news trap. Am now feeling worried for my gardening friends overseas.
Love is in the Air...Love is in the Air......
Beau Ram (our merino ram, his name a backwards version of Rambo) is in seventh sheep heaven. Yesterday he was moved into the front paddock with a few select ewes for - ahem - 'company'. Simple souls, sheep.
The solitary geneThe solitary gene...
Maybe most gardeners have the solitary gene. Pianists, too, are used to being the only one. And I am both these things. So being locked-down is easy for me, right? Got my piano, got my garden, so I'm OK. So, after four, or five (or six, or more) weeks, my garden will be immaculate and my Bach will ripple along effortlessly?
Keep safe, keep gardening...Keep safe, keep gardening......
Day six of giving thanks, keeping safe, staying patient, keeping busy, and gardening. Enjoying the real-time company of my cats and dogs. Touching their fur - so lovely, but I've always known that...
A lot of nothing to say...A lot of nothing to say......
My goodness - almost a new journal page each day. As usual I have a lot of nothing to say, but writing has always helped me connect, and that's a pretty important thing to be doing at the moment, yes? The hoses are already on, watering the Stables Garden. I've made blackboy peach jam (flooding the microwave, oops). I've transplanted more Agapanthus...
Conversations with my CatConversations with my Cat...
Conversations with my cat : 'Good news!' I told Minimus, slurping my early cup of tea on the cottage verandah. 'You may not believe this, but I am seventy years old. I have to self-isolate and stay home. That means you'll see much more of me.' Minimus, sitting sedately on my lap, dug a claw slowly into my knee...
Hibernating!Hibernating!...
Am hiberbating in my country retreat, hopefully out of viral harm's way. I've started sorting out the Stables Garden - so far, so good. Four sad roses have been removed - two were beyond help, two others (severely pruned) are in pots. I also have a pot of purple Ajuga, pulled put of the nearby lawn.
Laying low...Laying low......
Am starting a two week period of laying low, following my scientist daughter's advice. I've promised her I'll be sensible. No outings to swimming or ballet class. This morning a sneaky farewell cafe visit for coffee with my friends. Then I go into the garden for a fortnight...
The new W-word...The new W-word......
The end of another worrying week, with more and more official virus announcements. And I'm worrying about my dog Winnie, trying to rest and heal her dodgy back leg. Ha! A new W-word. It's usually W for Weeding.
Plant, Pot, Position...Plant, Pot, Position......
Browsing my Fine Gardening magazines, I see the most beautifully planted containers. I have photographs of beautifully presented pots in open gardens. Putting the right plant in the right pot in the right place is definitely an acquired skill.
Sorry, worldSorry, world...
What an odd, sad world it is out there, with Covid-19 zooming around. Definitely can't ignore it, definitely can't let it dominate. So glad I don't have to travel. But it's worrying even for stay-home gardeners too. I feel really sorry for the world, if that makes any sense.
The scruffiest ever!The scruffiest ever!...
Yeay! Temperatures are finally a little cooler. Autumn is coming. The sun's angles are lower in the sky. The lawns are greener. And the garden? Even scruffier than last month. The scruffiest! Scruffier than my garden has ever been before.