It’s been a busy month – not least, in the garden. Watering through a dry season has now been overtaken by bailing out after a lot of rain. The pond – which had disappeared under a tangle of plants – was released from its bonds (by dexterous use of cutters) and has been topped up by Nature’s deluge. All the plants are looking much happier after heavy rain – and the weeds are looking threatening!
It’s too cool to lie around in a hammock, so cutting back and tidying up keep us busy. Sherpa is impressed, anyway! And, if I’m honest, so am I – well, the agapathus is brilliant this year, anyway. I have counted 20 blooms – hugely more than last year’s puny 7. And the blooms are not yet fully out in these pictures!
Yes, and a week in I am still wondering where June disappeared!
June was ‘fair time’ with lots of opportunities to visit village fairs and fetes, flower festivals and feasts – an alliterative time of year – and fun fun fun.
It’s all been pretty glorious – with lots of sunshine (amidst the odd storm) and fine examples of floral and patchwork art – not to mention mass production of plastic milk container birds (thanks to the Eden Project) and other bird-like creations.
I wonder what July will bring?
As I write, May is about to turn into June – so the rain is steadily watering the garden and storms are forecast for Monday night – just the sort of summer weather so amusingly described by Angela Thirkell in her Barsetshire novels.
I am coming to the end of a marathon reading challenge – reading through Angela Thirkell’s books in chronological order – spurred on by an equally enthusiastic reader who is (I confess) a good five or six books ahead of me.
Thirkell’s descriptions of the dismal wartime summers, followed by equally dismal post-war austerity summers, set me thinking. I know that Thirkell loved hyperbole and caricature, but there was probably more than a element of truth in her descriptions. This set me thinking ‘why?’ Was it the massive detonation of bombs which affected the climate? Has anyone researched this subject? Just a thought.
Meanwhile, the days are growing ever longer and the longest day is less than a month away. Perhaps – just perhaps – true summer is on its way?
In the meantime, here are some pictures of my springtime garden – some of which were taken on a sunny day! The two taken from the Canary-coloured caravan were taken just over 4 weeks apart.
May has settled in and, apart from a few days of icy blast (NOT welcome) we can see the massive surge forward of the seasons as everywhere has ‘greened’ around us.
These pictures, taken last weekend, give an idea of just how much growth there has been. They depict stories: The Robin showing the way (The Secret Garden), Hattie learning that she is an orphan (Tom’s Midnight Garden) and Mrs Tiggy Winkle from her eponymous story. To find out more about the story garden go to: https://honeypotbooks.wordpress.com/
The installations were part of a special ‘open’ weekend at Honey Pot Books, and the garden happily received its story characters as they nestled down in the shrubberies.
That was last eekend – but since then, it has rained rather a lot! The garden keeps growing, so this afternoon has been dedicated to mowing the lawns and sorting out some flower pots. You’ve got to grab every opportunity over the next few weeks – or you’ll need Prince Charming, sword in hand, to hack a way to your front door!
Time for tea now!
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So, the sun came out after lunch today and lingered over a deliciously apricot sunset – until nearly six o’clock. As one friend commented ‘spring is on the way’. Well, it might be, but there is plenty of scope for the return of winter while temperatures remain low and the jet stream, which has wandered north, still has scope to dip south, dragging polar weather with it.
Coughs, colds and flu still seem hold our neighbours in their grip. The sound of coughing punctuates every gathering. We could all do with some warm dry weather to help us recover. But let’s not rush things – many of our snowdrops have yet to bloom and the daffodils have not progressed beyond leaves. Our ‘host of golden daffodils’ has yet to be revealed.
I love sprongtime, but this ‘on the cusp’ period is, if anything, more special. It is an indrawn breath, a leaning forward and then pausing… nothing fully begun, but instead a brief time to take stock before surging forward with the flow of new life.
So, let us spend a moment more cacooned in winter’s dormancy. Let’s stay a little longer by the hearth and wrap ourselves round with the contemplation of winter, remembering times past and last year’s bounty. This coming year’s demamds will all too soon be upon us – so let’s not meet them before we are ready.