Monday, 16 April 2012

Plenty of front.

Here's the latest photos of the front garden, still a lot to be desired but the rockery is looking more established and the riot of colout around the weeping pear makes for a bright view.







The tree in the back garden also has some interest. Whilst it's not leafed up yet it seems to have grown a cat! Here she is trying to blend in for when the birds arrive. She eventually gave up!

I've now added some photos to my 'wild about gardens' post & my little inspiration post.

A sad farewell.

Almost to the day we brought her home five years ago we now have to say goodbye to our very favourite hen, Shakira. We opened the hen house at six this morning to find she had died not long before. We've had great fun with this lively, cheeky chicken;  the most when there was cake in the offing. Now she resides under our new rose. We've so loved this character.

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Sunday, 15 April 2012

How things grow.

In just a matter of weeks with warmth and rain our berries and currants are shooting up. In the greenhouse, within two weeks the peas in the guttering have doubled in size.
The raspberries, their young leaves in danger of being eaten by the hungry chickens.

The red currant, rescued from our old allotment patch and pruned to quarter it's size last year.

A week after they were planted here comes the shoots.

One week on, they are thickening out.



Agapanthus and alliums are some of my favourite flowers, I love tall spires and fat globes.

Wild about gardens.

Ooh la la, today we cracked it! I had to be patient and wait till Luke could put his manpower behind the spade and pick to remove the metpost , the metal spike used to secure a wooden fence post. This one has been annoying me for weeks, since we unearthed it when erecting the new fence. Until that was removed I couldn't get to properly turn the soil over around it. Having used the met post as a base for our rotary washing line Luke has now got time to hack away at the concrete around the metal. Bits of concrete flew dangerously close to our faces as Luke wielded the pick. Whilst he sweated I added another fleece (four layers in all) because it was pretty cold outside. I worked the other end of the bed to incorporate the sand and peat free compost that Luke had bought yesterday. Nine bags of sand and four huge bags of compost needed to be added to the ground to ensure we gave our new plants half a chance of happiness.
I was pleased to see that signs of life have already moved in to that solid, waterlogged, rocky ground that I'd first dug over as Luke erected the fence. Three weeks ago we had those nasty flat worms, bindweed root by the metre and enough stones to create several large rockeries in the soil along with a smell of filthy pond water but already, having cleared it all and incorporating some air into those great slabs of dirt, we have earth worms wriggling through this new patch. I'd asked if we could have a speedy visit to the garden centre as I'd got my rose catalogue on Friday and I'd spent hours Googling the images of the roses I wanted. Realising that the cost was escalating I decided maybe I would take cuttings at the end of this year to double up my numbers of roses. The one I was really interested in though, a climbing rose named Sombreuil, is one I don't currently have (I may move my favourite, a rich velvety crimson rose called Munstead Wood, to run up the corner of the shed). Luke and I can't agree on the colour of the climbing roses that I want to soften the expanse of fence. He doesn't really like the peach, apricot, orange tones I want to catch the last rays of sunlight. I imagine them glowing in the sunset. Luke would rather have a pink rose that would look nice against the willow green paint but until I can decide which would be best I have plumped for a creamy white rose (Sombreuil) that will work with either colour. I wanted to use my gardening vouchers from Luke's Mum for something in particular so I could associate it with the generous gift. Normally I would go for a plant but the garden centre have been selling half barrels that we could imagine planted up with a mass of drooping heads of Cerinthes.


 They need to be high up as chickens adore eating them but these will be positioned at the bottom of the steps up to the front door so should be safe from hungry beaks. As Luke worked on getting the fence post out I hit something that felt like a huge rock.


 

Digging down I was fed up to see it was a broken met post and instead of being able to bury it again Luke said it would have to come out. I know he is right but what a hassle. Within twenty minutes my resident superman had removed it though and suddenly we had to just dig in the sand and compost and then, hooray, it would be ready for planting up.





How exciting to have a big stretch of unloved garden to put our stamp on.




Warmed up with hard work I lose a fleece.



 We have decided to try wild flowers for this first year so I planted up my climbing rose (I'd also wanted a flowering crab apple but at fifty pounds I couldn't justify it.) I may just be fortunate in a month or so's time and get one, after it's flowered and is not so desirable, to buy at a reduced price but I shan't bank on it. For now I've got to work with what I've got which is a pot of yellow hollyhocks, one Camelot White foxglove and a (hopefully because the colour tags blew off) yellow tree paeony. Staring with my new rose I then staggered the other plants around. I've used one of the obelisks that Mum bought me for my birthday as a focal point that I will climb sweet peas up. I got three small plants from my one hollyhock plant. I then mixed up all the wild flower seeds we chose and sprinkled them finely on the soil. We went for particular seeds. We choose a palette of red, pink and blue by choosing Ragged Robin, Viper's Bugloss, Red Campion, Bladder Campion, Cornflower and Corn Marigold. I can't find the mixed wild flowers and grass seed that I should have used to make it look more like a mini wild flower meadow so I just used the seeds I had and then Luke watered them lightly.


We'll also plant up the second part of the area with veg to break up the soil a little more. What I haven't mentioned is that our favourite chicken Shakira is poorly. We're both hoping that the antibiotics she's had in her drinking water will halt any infection. Till we can get a sample of her droppings to the vets we won't know what it is and how best to treat it and tonight we are hoping will see her on the road to recovery but it's not very hopeful. She's our best loved chicken. That sounds daft as who'd've thought hens would have characters but they definitely do and whilst she is bossy, greedy and cheeky these are the characteristics we love her for. Tomorrow will give us some indication of whether she will live. Let's hope so.

A little inspiration

We've had such a lot of rain this week that even if I hadn't been in work all day I wouldn't have been able to do much in the garden. We've been deluged with fat drops of what seemed like never ending rain but this morning, my day off, we awoke to a dry but frosty day. The sun is now shining and it pains me to be indoors writing when I should be out there, digging the sod. First thing this morning I sat in the conservatory and glanced through a favourite book of mine called Rejuvenating A Garden. I got this book second hand a few years ago and treat it like an old friend. When I need some inspiration I pull this book off the shelf and it never fails to motivate me. Today I read .., "There is no need to be ashamed of wanting a lawn. Today there are pressures to make us feel lawns are environmentally wasteful, green deserts in which no creature lives......, Think of the open spaces as the relief - the foil - for the busier, flowerier parts of the garden. Better a a calm open space than dreary, unloved borders you have too little time to maintain." I liked that. We should be creating a garden for ourselves. There's no need to impress anyone, this is YOUR garden, enjoy it however it works best for you and don't make it onerous. It's there to work for you whether it's practical or beautiful. Remember William Morris' misquoted, "Never have anything (in your house) that you do not believe to be beautiful or know to be practical" It's the same for gardens, it's yours so do what you will with it. I love to share mine with creatures that were here before I was and will be after I've gone. Apart from rodents I am happy to see birds, bugs and garden animals sharing the space. I was not so impressed when I found Jack's cat, Socks, hovering over a half eaten large mouse in my herb garden though. Having spent just ten minutes reading the book this morning I was suddenly struck with new ideas for my garden. Some people prefer to plan a garden our and make it work in one fell swoop. My tumbled thinking means I work on one area then wait for inspiration before I tackle another bit. Although I should be working out the climbing roses and wild flower garden at the very back of the garden I can't do much till Luke has taken out that last remaining fence post holder and I can walk the area whilst hoping my ideas start becoming firmer. Today though I suddenly imagined a bed, shaped like a backward comma, in front of the raspberries. I have drawn a bird's eye view of the garden and pencilled in the new bed. I have looked out of the bedroom window to imagine how it will look from above as well as standing by the French windows and viewing it in my mind's eye. I will then either use a trickle of sand to make the shape or use a length of hosepipe to do the same. I'm thinking of tall white foxgloves with some leafy hosta in front of it but I'll need to think a little longer to make sure I don't make an expensive mistake. After all I don't want a bare patch for most of the year but a point of interest to walk around and change the garden's structure at any time. What I don't want is a straight and narrow viewpoint but meandering vistas and hidden gems. Fanciful thinking...


 


I did a little sketch of our garden whilst sitting outdoors with my cloudy lemonade. Yum.










So, I will use this shape to work on before cutting cutting into the lawn, adding the essential compost and sand and then filling with flowers. Well, maybe next year.


Refreshments anyone?