I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – ‘know what you grow!’ The thing is often I get a little carried away with the whole process of growing things, that I forget to follow my own advice. Most of the time I get it right and do a bit of research if I’m growing something new, so I know it has the space it needs and the soil is perfect for it to grow well. I find out all there is to know so there is no surprises along the way. That is the exciting part, that and watching something new unfold across the season before you very eyes.
But when it comes to something you grow every year, it can get a little boring and so you are always on the lookout for ways to spice things up. Every year I grow peppers. They have their own bed and it can easily house 16 plants. Eight of these are bell peppers because in a good season they are a staple and I can half them, deseed them and freeze them to last the whole year in almost every dish I cook.
The other half of the bed is the fun bit. There are so many different kinds of chillies and peppers out there are well over 40 varieties available to the seed sowing gardener in New Zealand so it is only natural to want to grow them all. The initial instinct is to go with all the exciting spicy ones – habanero, jalapeno, rocoto, cayenne among other tongue sizzling delights. While I don’t mind the occasional bit of spice, you can have too much of a good thing and we have more than enough chilli sauce to last a life time. I even fermented my own tabasco sauce, but I think 2 litres is probably a tad too much – especially when you consider they normally sell it in tiny 60ml bottles!
I didn’t mind the peach and chilli sauce as it wasn’t too hot – spicy enough for a kick but the sweetness of the fruit lifts it into something special. This year I put away some peaches from the tree into the freezer so I can use them when the chillies turn red as I’m down to the last bottle and am using it sparingly. I may make some more sweet chilli sauce but there are still a few large bottles in the cupboard from last season. We haven’t even touched the chilli vinegar. I think people are afraid of it.
And then we have to think of poor old Hubby the Un-Gardener. As in some situations I’m quite brave – I’m not when it comes to chillies and so poor old Hubby the Un-Gardener would frequently be subjected to “can you try this please” and every time he’d just pop whatever it is in and chew. Sometimes he said, that’s nice, but most of the time he’d run out the house shrieking with the heat of it. And then I’d know not to put that particular pepper into the family meal. To be honest I’m not sure why he trusts me every single time.
So this season I have been more restrained and chosen peppers that are lower down on the Scoville scale but more interesting than the standard bell peppers. But now that they are almost ready I’m not entirely sure what to do with them. I know I can pickle some, and I have plans for the paprika. The pepperoni sounds completely intriguing and I’m wondering if I need to find out how to make salami to get the best out of this chilli. – Actually re-reading the description that came with the seed packet – they are supposed to be fab on a pizza and should be picked when 5 – 8cm in the green / yellow stage. Opps – I think I’ve let them go too far. Besides there are loads on the plant and there are only so many pizzas a girl can eat!
Ok so looking into them all in the kind of detail I should have earlier:
Armed with this knowledge I sloshed about in the garden and did a bit of harvesting and now I need to decide exactly what I’ll do with my abundant crop.
Come again soon – we’ll know for sure what this second storm decides to do with itself. Hopefully it won’t decide to flood us again.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Now I know I promised not to moan about the weather again after our particularly soggy summer. But it would seem autumn isn’t playing fair either.
In the 10 years we have been here, we’ve never seen it like this. And just to add more drama there is more heavy rain expected today and then a repeat again next week.
Hopefully the boffins have it wrong and this is the worst of it. I won’t go on with all the moaning, I’ll just leave you with a few images. (click on the photos for a description).
Come again soon – I guess I’ll be indoor gardening for a while.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
This weekend was the culmination of months of worry and fretting. Since the spring, I have been a participant in the Celebrity Challenge of The Great Pumpkin Carnival. My Giant Pumpkin seedlings were planted with care and pampered with love in the hopes of being able to come out victorious. In particular, I really wanted to be able to say I had beaten an Olympian at something as one of my fellow celebrities has an actual gold medal from an Olympic Games and is a well-loved household name. Besides I’m a gardener where none of the other competitors were – how hard could it be?
We have had success with giant pumpkins before. Our first one was an astounding 72kg and back then we didn’t know what we were doing. Each year it became a family challenge with everyone taking on a plant and ignoring it until it was time to determine the winner. Each year we’d get at least one pumpkin worthy of being called giant at around 20 – 30 kgs. But nothing like that first year.
So the only year when it really meant something to grow a biggy and things conspired against me. The first mistake was I tried something new. I wanted to grow my painted mountain corn, but it needed to be far enough away from my popcorn and my sweetcorn so it wouldn’t cross contaminate. So I decided to try a two sisters version of the three sisters technique. As we don’t really like beans all that much I didn’t see the point of adding to my harvest with a crop that would only be there to legitimise the experience.
But the painted mountain corn ripened quickly and the Pukeko (well I’m laying blame on these feathered varmits – but I could have easily been rats, but I don’t like to think about those running amuck in my garden) sniffed them out and stripped the cobs. And in the process completely trampled my pumpkin patch and all the plants withered and died leaving a whole lot of unfulfilled potential.
The first lesson I learnt is don’t try new and fancy things when there is something important riding on the outcome.
The second problem was way out of my control. This stupid soggy season. I’ve gone on enough about this so I’ll leave it there other than say it didn’t bode well for my giant pumpkin chances.
However, there was a light at the end of my tunnel. The weather briefly settled down enough for my poor plants that I’d left to languish, rallied themselves and put out a new burst of life. It gave me a month to create a miracle. I wouldn’t have to go to the Carnival empty handed and shamed. I managed to grow myself a lovely 1kg pumpkin and I was grateful.
So off we went with my hopes of a win in my handbag for a fun filled day of pumpkin fun. There were all kinds of pumpkins of all shapes and sizes entered into a vast array of categories. From baking and cooking, to carving and decorating, to wheeled racers. There was something for everyone. There were plenty of pumpkins way bigger than mine and even a couple that were around the 675kg mark. But in my favour was talk that the numbers were down this year because of the weather. I could only hope the other celebrities were equally challenged.
But it wasn’t to be. Even the sodden pumpkin that had had an accidental run in with some weedkiller and stored for safe keeping in the freezer was heavier than mine, but not by much. There was another that could have easily been brought along in a handbag like mine, but even that was heavier. The saving grace for me was mine was weighed first so I could claim the heaviest weighed pumpkin – if only for a minute. The deserved winner had managed a whopping 8kg. My determination for next year is stronger than ever – if they’ll have me back and don’t discount me as not worthy to invite again.
All was not lost though as there was one more challenge to put us celebrities through our paces – decorating some pumpkins in 5 minutes. We could carve or paint. I figured paint was safer as I’m a tad accident prone at the best of times and wouldn’t want to lose valuable minutes while someone bandages me up and mops up my blood! I started with blue because it was in front of me, but the brush frustrated me – I could never stay in the lines on paper, let alone on a pumpkin and my carefully thought out plan went out the window as I slathered paint across the pumpkin with my fingers and created a strange blue creature with green and yellow eyes and a dubious pink smile. I used a fork intended for the carving process to create waves through the gloopy blue paint for a hair like affect.
As they called time I looked across at the other pumpkins and saw what must have been ordered and controlled creative processes. Mine on the other hand looked like a bomb had gone off. There was paint everywhere! It must have been of some comic entertainment value as when the audience were called to shout out the loudest for the best pumpkin, I was surprised to find myself the favourite. And just like that I picked up the cutest trophy and can now say I beat an Olympian at something – I needn’t say how though… it is the winning that counts. HEHEHE.
Finally, the event wrapped up with many of the larger pumpkins being rolled down a hill and smashing into smithereens to the delight of all who had enjoyed a marvellous day out. I have to say – if you do find yourself at a loose end this time next year and can make your way to Hamilton for The Great Pumpkin Carnival, you will have a fabulous time. Or even better still – come the spring, put a seed in the ground and set a huge goal for growing a whopping pumpkin. Next year it could be you!
Come again soon – there are a peck or two of peppers that need attention.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Oh my goodness I am super excited. I have tried for so long to get this crop to germinate. I often look to my pantry inspiration and have successfully grown popcorn, peanuts, chickpeas and kidney beans, among other things. It is always good to grow things you eat a lot of
And so when I went into the greenhouse today I was so delighted to find my latest project has come up and I’m looking forward to the harvest – we eat a lot of pasta!
Come again soon – April is a month full of fun things.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
I don’t know about you but sometimes I tend to put things off. First it starts with ‘I’ll do it tomorrow’ and moving the intended chore by a few hours doesn’t seem that harmless. Then life gets in the way and a day becomes a week. Then other pressing things come up and you’re faced with the choice – ‘which do I move to the bottom of the list – the old stuff or the new stuff?’ And then you figure ‘well the old stuff has waited this long already – another day won’t hurt.’ But it never is just another day. Then before you know it, it becomes a monkey on your back and you don’t want to face it because it wracks you with guilt. So, it gets pushed back even further, until it is almost too late. Does anyone else know this feeling?
Well, it kind of happened to me, but not quite as extreme, but I’ve had loads of bulbs sitting on my desk in their packaging for too long, begging me to release them into the soil. The early garlic was purchased nice and early and was ready and waiting, but unfortunately the weather made my procrastination even worst. But after the rusty fiasco of the last couple of years, my ‘she’ll be right – this is an easy crop that you just plant and forget’ attitude is long gone. This is a crop that needs to be gently cossetted and pampered so it is as healthy as it can be.
After repeated ‘weather events’ as the boffins like to call them, my poor garden is completely sodden. The first storm blew in 163ml of rain, then two weeks later we had a further 56mls and three days after that we had another 54mls. The ground can’t take any more. It is sodden and spent a large part of this week with a shiny, ankle deep covering of water. So, I’m a bit reluctant to put my garlic into this soggy soil as there is a high chance it could rot before it even starts. Then my decision was made when the boffins suggested that the horrible cyclone that ravished Australia this week is going to dump its dregs on us next week. It won’t be much in the grand scheme of category 4, but there will still be a bit of juice in it when it gets here. But even a tablespoon more water at the moment would cause problems.
So, I planted my early garlic in pots in the greenhouse. It isn’t reaching the lofty temperature heights it was a few weeks ago. We are well on our way into the cool autumnal weather, so it should be fine in there for now. Once the weather settles down to something less soggy, because surely it can’t rain all through the winter like this, then I’ll transfer it out into the big garden. Although I am prepared to repot it into bigger pots if necessary. This year I am determined to get decent garlic.
While I was in the garden I planted out my saffron bulbs. I’m going to be rich because saffron is very expensive. Having said that I only have three corms and they only produce three strands each so I think I may be a tad optimistic. They were also supposed to be planted in February, outside. But my procrastination, busy lifestyle and the rain caused delays. But I figure in the greenhouse will keep them safe from the soggies and the greenhouse feels like a warm February day so she’ll be right.
Finally, I planted my bonus daffodils that I got in a buy one get one free offer. I only needed one bag for a community project so was left with a bag with nowhere to go. Once again, the soggy conditions are not suited to bulbs, and all the areas of higher ground that can host bulbs already have them. Then I found some lovely green pots in a half-price sale that would do just fine and I popped them in. I’ve probably put them a bit close but she’ll be right. I’ve put these out on the deck because if they do get the wet in the next shower they will at least be able to drain away.
It felt so good get my hands in soil that wasn’t sodden. It will be a long time before I can dig in the garden. It didn’t feel so good though to have a muddy squelch up between my toes. I would have worn my gumboots but they may have been a little wet.
Come again soon – I have an exciting crop to share.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
When you have a garden as large as mine, ensuring it is all properly irrigated can be a little overwhelming. To be fair, over the years I did my best with what I could to set up systems and deliver water to my garden. I came up with many systems that were dodgy, bodgy and completely jerry-rigged, and my garden was watered. It probably wasn’t the most efficient or even the best way but my plants managed to survive the season without expiring from thirst.
But knowledge is power and you only know what you know, and the good people at Gardena and Neta took one look at my ‘interesting’ system and thought ‘we’d better help this girl out.’ And so, over the summer I have been on a wonderful learning curve to find out how to irrigate the garden properly and I’d really like to share what I have learnt so we can all give our gardens the blessing of water without standing on the end of a hose forever or not watering enough or even worst watering too much – especially if you have to pay for your water!
The first thing that happened was quite unsurprising when you think about it. We needed a plan. All great gardens should start with a plan and while deciding where to grow your plants is important so is decided where to put the irrigation. You need to know the size of the garden so you can work out how best to irrigate it.
One of the easy things to get wrong is to not understand your water flow rate. In my previous attempts to set up systems I just charged ahead and put how many devices in the garden that I wanted. I turned on the tap only to find that my water pressure wasn’t good enough to run them all at the same time, but also the sprinklers I was trying to use weren’t the right ones for the job. Just because you can buy a connector for the tap with four hose attachments doesn’t necessarily mean you can use them all at the same time.
The bucket test is a great way to gauge your water flow rate at the tap. All you need to do is time how long it takes to fill a 9 litre bucket and then using the conversion chart on the Neta Irrigation Planner >HERE< you can find out what your flow rate is in Litres per Minute. We used the Neta Irrigation range of products because they are really easy to use and as I mentioned in a previous post, our climate is extremely harsh and so to have something that has been UV stabilised is important so it won’t perish in a season under the sun.
The irrigation planner takes away the difficult part of deciding which sprinkler to use. The number of times I have stood there in the garden centre with a vast array of sprinklers and connectors before me but without a clue as to which one I need to do the best job in my garden. I went through a lot of trial and error of bringing just one home – just to see what it did. But had I known there was a way to plan this out first it would have saved a lot of hassle and I would have discovered I had it all wrong.
In a vegetable garden the best kind of water delivery is by dripper. There are so many plants that don’t like to get their leaves wet or they become susceptible to fungal disease. While some plants don’t mind so much it is best to choose one system as they all have different flow rate requirements. I do have to confess to having one bed set up with a soaker hose, drippers and sprayers all on one line and now I realise why it never really worked very well. So, it is best to have a majority rules situation for the whole veggie patch.
To decide exactly what you need, the irrigation planner has a handy guide that helps you to figure out the number of lines, drippers, sprinklers or pop ups you can have in your garden before you run out of pressure. You may find that you don’t actually need as many to keep your garden hydrated as with a dripper you are only watering where you need it. We crunched the numbers and my flow rate meant I could have as many of 44 drippers in my tomato bed, but as I only grow 20 plants in there it makes sense to only have 20 and the bed would be well watered. The drippers we used are adjustable so the water can be delivered over a large area or reduced to focus directly on a single plant, or even turned off. This will be handy when I rotate the crops so the different needs of the different crops will be met without having to change the system.
Once you have worked out what kind of sprinkler you need, then the planner helps you to figure out what you need to deliver the water, what kind of hose, any attachments like elbows, ends and a handy connector to attach to your hose. But then there are other items that you don’t even realise you need, like clamps to hold the hose where you need it, be it in the ground or on the inside of the bed and the extremely important clips to stop the connectors blowing the whole system apart under the pressure of the water. Seriously you don’t want to skimp on these. This lesson has been learnt the hard way in my garden over the years!
Once you have made your plan, and now is a good time – if your garden has come to an autumnal end or you are at a spring start and your beds are pretty much empty, then all you need to do is head off to the garden centre with a list and confidently buy what you need. For my kiwi friends Mitre 10 has the best range of Neta products. Installing the irrigation couldn’t be easier and is actually a lot of fun. Having said that I find digging and weeding fun, but there is a satisfaction in the way it comes together without frustration or difficulty.
The planner even guides you to when and how much to water your garden so it is efficient for your plants and your supply and takes into consideration the kind of soil you have. You may not have a garden as big as mine, but even a small garden can benefit from having a proper irrigation system. One of the keys to a healthy garden is having the soil consistently moist all season, not boomeranging from dry to wet all season. And the key to this is knowledge. Knowledge is power.
You can check out how we went about irrigating my garden in my latest video and you can see for yourself how simple it all is.
I’d really like to thank the good people at Gardena for coming to my rescue to help me irrigate my garden properly for once and for all. That is one less thing I need to worry about in order to have a healthy garden and a bountiful harvest.
Come again soon – there are bulbs and things that need to find their place in my garden
Sarah the Gardener : o)
My smile is about to become inconvenienced. I could blame Global pollution for my troubles.
But I have to take some responsibility. I am a child of the 70s. My childhood was spent outside playing from dawn to dusk in the sun in little more than a T-shirt and shorts. Or endless days in togs in and out of swimming pools or beside the sea building sandcastles in the beachy sand. Without so much as a hat.
As a teenager, we longed for that perfect tan that was perceived as the epitome of good health. No one wanted to be seen as pasty. We lay out there for hours, friends together listening to the likes of Madonna, Def Leopard and Bon Jovi and turned every three songs like sausages on a BBQ. To assist with the gradual colour change we would baste ourselves liberally with coconut oil or baby oil. It was a fine balancing act to bronze without burning. Burning was painful and the peeling that followed would mean having to start the colouring of our skin all over again.
And as an adult I found myself back out in the great outdoors, pottering about in the full sun of summer that my vegetable garden demands. By now the world had become wise to the risks of the harsh sun. It can kill you, and can take the unwary quickly. The mantra ‘slip slop slap’ have become ingrained in our national culture. Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen and slap on a hat. A tan is no longer a desirable look for the young things listening to todays latest music.
But I have to confess… the habits of a lifetime are hard to break and my hat is often discarded along the way in the garden as a hindrance. Sunscreen, when I remember to apply it, more often than not is not reapplied as time goes so fast in the garden and as the sun races across the sky in what feels like a heartbeat under the toil of the day, what protection I had applied would have been sweated away. Not that I sweat, because ladies glow. I need to take more care. I protect my garden from all that would harm it. But I need to take time to protect the Gardener.
You see the thing is there is a hole in the ozone right over our beautiful land and the harmful UV rays pound down and cause harm. They fade the colours right out of plastic. A red bucket can become brittle in a season. Polycarbonate greenhouses don’t stand a chance – it isn’t the wind that brings about its demise but the sun. And it also beats down upon the gardener and penetrates beyond skin deep and damages cells.
Recently I noticed a patch of dry skin, just above my smile, that had appeared and was always there and showed no sign of leaving. It soon became a cause for concern and I went to my Doctor who told me if I’d left it, it would become a thing that would turn into the dreaded melanoma. The big C that could swiftly extinguish the bright light of any beautiful soul. Fortunately, this is not my destiny. I have caught it early and with a simple treatment that will inconvenience my smile for a while but I’ll be fine.
My message to you is to stay safe. Protect yourself out there in the garden. Slip slop slap. Re-slop regularly. Keep an eye on any changes in your skin. Don’t think yeah nah – she’ll be right because there is a chance it won’t. Early intervention is important to a long and healthy life.
On a grand scheme of things, you can save lives and reduce the risk for others by the simple act of reducing your waste. Reduce reuse and recycle. Don’t send things to landfill that would break down and release greenhouse gases. Don’t burn plastics, because that is just nasty. While where you are the sun burn time may be hours, not minutes like it is down here – your actions with your environmental responsibilities can actually reduce our risk or cause us harm. We are all part of a global community and what happens on one side of the earth can have a knock-on effect on the other side.
So take care of your gardens and in your gardens and stay safe.
Come again soon – something really exciting has been going on in my garden.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
I have been dragged kicking and screaming into this new season. According to the calendar our autumn is officially three weeks old. But at precisely 11:28pm last night, the autumn equinox occurred. I wasn’t really aware of it as I’m not so keenly cognisant of an event that brings about the demise of my growing season as I am something that brings about the arrival of it. I tend to bury my head in the sand and pretend the leaves aren’t changing colour, the need for socks is just a one off, the dwindling harvest is just an excuse to plant more things.
Astronomically the equinox means the position of the earth in relation to the sun is such that where ever you are in the world the length of the day is the same as the length of the night. It is like passing a baton in a relay – the baton of long warm summer evenings. We have enjoyed them down under and now it is time for the north to have them. I do have to admit to reluctantly noticing the creep towards this moment as the nights are drawing in and more often than not I am waking to something that could be called darkness, but not quite. So now we have to hunker down for shorter days with increasingly colder weather.
However, despite my love of the growing season, and all the wonderful things it brings, I do love the autumn. The air, while cooling, is still warm and cosy and it embraces you in a way the searing heat of summer doesn’t. You can’t deny the beauty in the colours of the leaves. After a season of salad, a bowl of thick vegetable soup is welcoming. The weather in this season is generally the most settled of all and gently eases us into the harshness of winter.
So, from today I will no longer bemoan the loss of a season that never was and embrace all of the wonderful things about the season we are in. Autumn deserves to be acknowledged for all that is good about it and not as an usurper of summer.
Come again soon – we shall garden boldly into this fabulous season
Sarah the Gardener : o)
It is with great reluctance that I have to announce the season is officially over. You see a summer garden without tomatoes isn’t a summer garden at all. I thought long and hard about it, but kept coming to the same conclusion – it is better to put the plants out of their misery than drag the sorry looking plants through a few more weeks, just so I can lie to myself about it still being summer. And to be honest this was a horrible summer and I would really like nothing more than to put it behind me.
In spite of the gloomy and soggy season that was not befitting of the name summer, the tomatoes surprisingly avoided blight. Which was a bit of a surprise as normally by now the decision to rip them out is forced upon me by this dreadful fungal condition. I’ll probably still burn the plants as they have patchy grey splotches from powdery mildew which is nothing more than annoying and aesthetically unpleasing. It may be responsible for the reduced harvest but to give it all the credit for this would be unfair as the weather conditions would have had a rather large hand in this as well.
I had 20 different varieties in the garden this season – all the healthiest of seedlings, all spaced well in soil enriched to suit their desires, irrigated regularly at the roots, in the early morning so as not to create a humid environment – although the weather just laughed in my face there, and I fed them regularly once they started to flower and I hoped for the best. But with the lower than normal for summer temperatures and plenty of gloomy sunless days, the plants didn’t stand a chance and there just wasn’t the bountiful harvest I’d seen in previous years.
Then finally once they did decide to change from green to red, it rained – a lot and I’d be out there with dark ominous clouds over my shoulder as I picked the ripe and almost ripe as fast as I could before the big fat drops splashed down from above. Those tomatoes that were left hanging inevitably split with all of the excess water being received at the roots. The flavour of these were never good as they hadn’t had the benefit of the full sunshine they should have and what flavour they had was diluted. And then just as the crop seemed to recover and have a new batch almost ready for harvest – the rain would come again.
Even the birds stopped eating my tomatoes, like they weren’t good enough to bother with. I guess I have to thank the weather conditions for the reduction of pests I’ve seen in my garden. The Green Vegetable Bug has hardly made an appearance and nothing like in previous years when there were many clambering over my tomatoes to suck the goodness out of them. Even the Cabbage White Butterfly numbers are down and I’ve managed to grow broccoli in the summer without having to pick caterpillars out from every nook and cranny before cooking. This is almost unheard of. I’ve not even seen many aphids. It is like some kind of garden wonderland. Well it would be if the weather was perfect too.
Although I did get the dreaded Tomato Potato Pysllid a couple of times, but I was able to stop his spread with spray before harm was done. Although harm to the host plant was almost unnoticeable in the fruit due to the already poor performance.
So with less than a full harvest stored away for the winter, possibly enough to last the first week of winter, I have put this sorry season behind me and wiped the slate clean. The tomatoes are gone and the bed will be topped up with well rotted manure in anticipation of the onions that will find themselves there on the shortest day that will technically herald the start of the new season – and it better be a good one.
Come again soon – autumn is making itself felt in the form of bulbs that need planting sooner rather than later!
Sarah the Gardener : o)
In honour of today being St Patrick’s Day and acknowledging the heritage of my family line… to be honest most kiwis will find Irish DNA bound up into the essence of who they are, and Scottish, and English and Swedish and Dutch – well something of everyone to be fair. But with a last name like ours you can not help but notice the Irish… I have decided to celebrate by doing a tribute to all things green.
I love to take the celebrations of different cultures – under the assumption that there is bound to be a bit of them in me and enjoy the occasion, be it a Guinness with the Irish on St Patrick’s Day or french fries with the French on Bastille Day. Nah, actually we are classier than that and usually celebrate with fine wine and French cuisine.
The reason we do this is life seems to slip through our fingers so fast, like there is no handbrake. It feels like New Year was a few weeks ago but now we somehow find us at March 17 with no idea how we got here. By creating moments to stop and be a little different means we have punctuation points throughout the year so when we look back there are memorable moments and not just a blur of the ordinary.
Gardeners are blessed as the act of gardening puts them directly in touch with seasons and the passing of time. We are slowed right down to the rhythm of nature. We know how to wait as seeds take their time to emerge, tomatoes take forever to go from green to red. But even then the season can be over in the blink of an eye.
Life passes by. This is inevitable. But I for one want to notice every last minute of every day. I like to stop and smell the roses and enjoy all my garden has to offer me.
Happy St Patrick’s Day to ya.
Come again soon – the weather is being nice again… for now.
Sarah the Gardener : o)