I don’t know if I’m being too hard on myself, but the garden isn’t finished yet and there is only a week left of spring. Considering there was nothing there at all in mid May I am being hard on myself, but then again, I am so close to the end it seems possible to get there if I garden like there is no tomorrow.
I have two beds ready and waiting to plant, thanks to the hard work of Hubby the Un-Gardener mixing in all the compost and other nutrients. Both need irrigation added before I plant them because it is easier to dig the hole under the bed and up the inside for the water in pipe without plants in the way. In fact, all the remaining beds need irrigation added, but it isn’t a big job, its just another job in a long list of many jobs.
One of these is the bean bed – it does have some plants in it – a couple of straggly broad beans at the end that have given me hope for most of the winter. They were one of the first plants to go in and with their magnificent red flowers, they will be there again next year. I guess I grow them for their presence rather than their purpose as I don’t really like them – there I said it! In fact, I don’t really like beans much at all, but I grow them, so my kids can try them. I remember my mum didn’t like Brussels sprouts so never cooked them. I didn’t discover them until I left home and found I really like them! It would be odd to have kids who never tried beans… But what I do like is dried beans and so I mostly grow them. I normally pick them up at the supermarket, but they are getting harder to find. I guess modern life isn’t conducive to soaking dried beans anymore. So, I need to go on a bit of a hunt for some beans to plant.
The other one, the poor plants are looking a little lacklustre as they have been waiting such an awfully long time to go in. It could also be because the weather has been all over the place – super hot and summery one day and freezingly wintery the next – on repeat for most of spring. I am more than happy to lay blame with the weather, although deep down I know my melons will be pleased to be relieved of their pots. But first I need to build a structure, so I can send some up a trellis, so I can get the most out of the garden. I have gathered all the bits together and now just have to bring them together. All going well there will be melons in the garden today.
Then there are the beds Hubby the Un-Gardener needs to dig – the squash, cucumber, zucchini, pumpkin (x2) and I think that is it. Aside from the bed that isn’t there yet. I have a bed for wild flowers for bees and butterflies to enjoy but its spot is in a position that would have hindered access to constructionny things, so it was left – until now. So, it needs building, filling, mixing, irrigating and planting and sowing. I have the seeds at the ready!
Oh, and the raspberries are still in their pots, but if they are still in that state by the end of the week, I will be very disappointed with myself as they have a great spot up near the chicken coop, overlooking the entire garden.
Once the plants are in then the next job is a big tidy up. I have been so focused, I haven’t been as tidy as I could have been, and without a shed it does make things a little tricky, but a shed is in the plans, but just not yet. Soon though.
And of the week left in spring I only have three full days and two half days available to garden, on top of all the other things I need to do. I’m not sure I’ll make it, but I’ll certainly give it a good shot!
Come again soon – I have planting to do.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Although that headline makes it sound like everything is going horribly wrong, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Things are going really well; however I am racing to get it all finished before I run out of spring. In the haste of it all the only real thing I am lacking is time.
So today I took a quick tour of the garden and decided to show you the first five things that jumped out at me as a good thing.
It is just a short sweet one today, but as they say a picture speaks a thousand words, so it is actually quite long!
Come again soon – I am about to pop up some more structures.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Since we moved here back in January there was an important member of the family who came with us. However we weren’t able to bring all of his bits and pieces with us and had to leave them behind. We are pleased to see they didn’t go to waste and the lovely new people who bought our house soon made the most of them by getting one for themselves.
I’m talking about Neville, our Gardena Robotic Lawnmower. We’ve had him for several years now and we wouldn’t be without, so when we made the move, of course he had to come with us. Unfortunately we weren’t able to reinstall him straight away and without a shed he spent many months in our bedroom at the bottom of the wardrobe! Every day we would promise him he could go outside one day soon.
The problem is building work is messy work and we started with a lovely patch of grass we just knew Neville would adore. But after the house movers had churned it up siting the house, the plumbers dug it up laying pipes and multiple deliveries where dumped upon what should be pristine lawn, it took ages to get the grass remotely movable again.
Recently that day came where there was a decent patch of grass that had recovered nicely and had the potential to be lawn, we jumped at the chance to fish Neville out of the wardrobe and set him up. A quick refresh course was easily found on the Gardena website with videos that were easy to follow and we were away, laying the perimeter wire and making the necessary connections to the base plate. It was such a simple task Nev was back up and running in no time. And he has the best view ever!
You can watch how easy it was for me to set him up here:
Eventually we would like Neville to relocate to ’round the back’ so he can keep the large back lawn Hubby the Un-Gardener wants to use for tennis and backyard cricket and other activities with the kids, pristine. However we have only just sown grass seed there so it will be a while before he can make the move there.
It is such a pleasure to have Neville back in our garden bobbing about the place keeping it nice and tidy. We wouldn’t be without him! And can never thank the good people at Gardena for bringing him into our lives. We love him so much.
Come again soon – the garden is progressing nicely and we’re on track for a fab summer.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
You can find out more about a Gardena Robotic Lawn Mower and how to set one up by checking out:
I wholehearted recommend you get one. It’ll change your life!
This is the most common comment we have heard when we tell people we have moved to the west coast. And I have to admit that at times it can be very blowy. Like that time our house was up on jacks having its foundations put in and we ended up facing 212 km/h winds. But that was a one off – a one in forty year storm apparently. The house stood up to it just fine and so when the wind picks up, we can have confidence in the safety of our home.
So, with everyone declaring our new home as a high wind zone, it is important for us not to take ownership of it. We don’t have exclusive rights to the wind. When it is windy here it is also windy elsewhere. The start of this new month has been a bit of a shocker wind wise and there has been minor damage in my patch, but the goat rampage caused more harm and all going well things will recover. In the last four days the boffins suggest the wind has gusted between 44 and 85km/h an hour in our area. Although they are including quite a large part of the region in this area. We are not alone in the windy conditions.
But looking further afield to the bottom of the country their wind gust averages were the same as ours and in the middle of the country some places got up to 96km/h. Pictures across the great big internet showed disturbing images of broken plants – snapped off at the base, trees down across roads and greenhouses in varying states of destruction. But here in our little bubble of paradise with the wind whipping past the house with an angry howling noise, it is easy to claim what has been said about this place with it being a windy spot. But we need to look beyond ourselves – we are getting off lightly and others have it far worse. It may be windy here, but we are not the only ones.
But the wind isn’t the only climatic option available to nature and some days you look out onto the ocean and see it as calm as a mill pond with barely a ripple. You have to question yourself – is this the Tasman sea or are we beside a lake? There are days with hardly a breath of wind and it is magical, and all things seem possible as the sun beats down on a blue sky day.
The other thing that needs to be considered is the area that encompasses this region, also includes our old house and so the data provided is based on averages and already we have learnt things are very different here and there. Another thing I need to ask myself, as it is our first season here, is it a normal season? Are having an extraordinary season or not? It is hard to know. The best way to really know is to keep records and while the boffin’s data is interesting it may not be accurate for here, so I have asked Father Christmas to consider a weather station for me when deciding if I have been naughty or nice. I’m not normally this early with my wish list, but while it is on my mind…
In the meantime, I will need to feel my way around this new season and make wise and calculated decisions to protect my crops. I already have a tried and tested system for my sweetcorn with a contraption of bamboo poles and string woven through the bed as there was always a wind that came through just as the pollen was falling from the tassels to the silks. So, it would seem I will still need to do this to keep the corn upright.
I think I may need to look a temporary cloche for at risk seedlings when the wind gets up. Normally when my kids tell me they are thirsty I direct them to the tap. There is nothing wrong with water. However, I have an ulterior motive and will become mum of the year as 3L juice bottles with the bottoms cut off will do the cloche job nicely. A bamboo stake poked through will hold it in place and a ping pong ball on the top will protect my eyes from being poked out. I shouldn’t need too many and once I have them, I can reuse them time and time again. And the kids will go back to water.
The tall posts in the fence that will have wires between them to keep the deer out, but not create a sense of an enclosed garden can be used to support wind break material that I can temporarily put up in times of imminent wind. The house itself goes a long way towards blocking wind but it does whip around the sides so some clever plantings around the place should help.
I suspect I will need to protect my garden in other ways, from birds, from the baking sun and other threats as yet unknown. But the best part of having a garden is the learning the comes with it. You never know everything and in a new environment this couldn’t be clearer.
Come again soon – the boffins are suggesting it will be a long hot summer.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Oh and… I’m starting voice recording my blog again so you can listen along instead of reading it. I started this a while ago and then my phone, which makes a great recording, needed to go into the shop for repairs and I stopped before I had even started.
You can check this out here:
A spoonful at a time!
While most of the garden is still very new and either recently planted or still to be planted, there are some crops that have been in for ages. The onion and the garlic were the first to go in and have been there since mid-winter. The old adage, plant on the shortest day and harvest on the longest is a good guide as these plants really need the winter chill as part of their life cycle. I like to grow enough onion and garlic to last at least a year and in an ideal season we almost make it to summer before the stored harvest runs out. One season the harvest was so bad, what was supposed to be a year’s worth of onion ended up as pickles in two small jars! You win some and you lose some. This year the crops are looking good and I think the sea air is working its magic to keep the downy mildew out of the onions and the rust out of the garlic. They are shaping up to be my best harvest yet!
Along side these basics I am also growing some fun onions and garlic, ones that are just a tad more interesting than something that is so common it gets called a pantry staple and not even given much of a thought as it is added to the daily meal. Fun crops like shallots – I love the way they split themselves as they grow to become so much more than they started as. And elephant garlic, because it is just so big! As I dig it up each season, I marvel at the enormity of it compared to the standard garlic. In some seasons it has been the garlic staple as rust decimated the normal crop, resulting in bulbs not worth the effort peeling to reveal the miniature cloves within. But as they are more closely related to leek, they don’t have that same pungent flavour and so in a normal season, half a dozen is a good number to grow for the novelty value.
Elephant garlic has a dramatic presence in the garden with its architectural structure and one of these features is the beautiful pompom flowers that tower above the plant. I knew you should remove them as soon as you see them if you want to have bigger bulbs, but to do that would mean missing out on the flower display that can go on for a long time as they make lovely dried flowers for winter arrangements. So, I’d always left them attached to the plant.
For whatever reason with my garlic I had always ended up with soft neck varieties and would go through an envious phase as I saw others harvesting and eating scapes from the hard neck varieties. This year I am excited to see scapes forming among the leaves of my early garlic planted around Easter, so I can finally find out what all the fuss is about. But this scape envy got me thinking about the flower buds on the elephant garlic and I decide to see if these could be treated the same way and cooked up and eaten. There was nothing to lose – except the flowers but had the compensation of bigger bulbs forming deep within the earth. So, I grabbed my secateurs, in case the stem was woody, which is wasn’t and nipped out all the flower buds just above the last leaf emerging from the stem. I considered leaving a couple to compare the size of the growth verse the ones that had been cut, but I got greedy – what if they are good?
I thought long and hard about how I would treat this ‘new to me’ harvest. I could have pickled it, made pesto, deep fried with tempura batter or roasted it. But I didn’t want to over complicate things. I wanted these flower buds to be the star, so I could decide whether or not it was actually worth doing. So, I decided to steam them along with some asparagus from my old garden, kindly brought to me by the lovely new people at our old house.
Add the verdict – I need to grow so much more elephant garlic just for this simple pleasure. It was delicious. A light tender garlic flavour but with the texture of asparagus. It was amazing and now I have to wait a whole year before I can enjoy that delightful experience again!
Come again soon – November has been off to a bit of a rough start but all going well it will settle down soon.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
I’ve cut it fine, but it is still technically October and I have just planted my tomatoes in the garden. This is so much more than the usual tomato planting session that happens every spring. This one is special and holds such significance for me.
Last season I had to walk away from my lovingly nurtured tomato plants before the fruit had even thought about turning red. It was a sad moment as there were varieties I’d not tried before and then there were old faithful favourites that I wouldn’t be without. There were some with an emotional connection like the Linda’s Lemony Tomatoes that were passed down to me in a dried-up tissue from a family member who had saved them one season, only to have lost a rapid battle with cancer before she could sow them again. I will always grow these in memory of her. I knew the new folk who bought our house would appreciate my efforts, but it was bitter sweet as I wasn’t able to appreciate my efforts.
When we first arrived here in the middle of January, I saw where the garden was to be and could immediately see past the rough state of the land and could actually see in my head the finished garden. I couldn’t even begin work until after Easter and in the enormity of it all I kept telling myself ‘There will be tomatoes in October.’ At times the work seemed insurmountable and I would scarcely believe it and other times it seemed like a given.
The effort was beginning to wear me down and my MSsy fatigue was making its presence felt and things were beginning to feel hopeless. Along with the fact my tomatoes were so much smaller than normal even though I started them at the usual time. It was a funny old spring. But Hubby the Un-Gardener has come to my rescue and is mixing in the compost, blood and bone, well-rotted sheep manure and the Yates Dynamic Lifter. His man strength can do it so much quicker than my weary body. I have challenged him to two beds a day – give or take and he is mostly keeping up. I can then follow behind and do the fun part. The planting.
He started off with the more pressing beds – brassicas (which I still haven’t planted) the salad, the odds and sods as the popcorn seedlings really needed to get in there so it wouldn’t cross with the sweetcorn, whose bed he also dug over so I could sow the seeds so they wouldn’t cross with the painted mountain corn I intend so sow in a month and plant out once I harvest the garlic. I think I’ll get him to do the flowers next, the cosmos is trying to bloom in their pots! But the last bed he did was the tomato one and checking with the plants, I decided the time was right.
I had to go out and purchase my structure materials as my original set was left at the old place supporting the plants. I have tried all manner of method to keep the plants upright over the years and have found making a bit of a fence out of T shaped warratah stakes and washing line wire works best. Especially as I aim for single stem plants every season but it never happens but there is plenty of room on the wires to tie in a medusa headed tomato. I also cable tie some 2 metre rebar to the warratahs so I can string further supports across the length of the bed for that wild whippy growth up tall. It is hard to imagine at this point the tiny plants will need it, but when they get there it will be hard to imagine they were ever this small.
I like to plant my tomatoes in alphabetical order so if anything happens to the labels then I can have a good guess at who is who. I’m growing them from A to Z starting with a delightful Artisan Blush and ending with a Zapotec. I grew the Zapotec for the first time last year but never got to try it and then forgot all about it. So, it is the only one I haven’t planted yet as I started it off late, but it is getting there and there is a place for it at the end of the bed. I also have spares and backups, more than I need thanks to my impatient and unnecessary resowing earlier in spring so once I know my plants in the garden will be ok then I will gift my extras to deserving people.
The tomatoes are in, it feels like the garden is coming together. It won’t be long until I enjoy that taste of fresh tomato, still warm from the sun. Very soon the garden will match the vision I have long held in my head.
Come again soon – with Hubby the Un-Gardener’s help the garden will be planted in no time.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
The seeds were sown the other day, more than a few weeks beyond when I would have normally sown them. But I’m not worried because not only is their bed not ready, it hasn’t been filled or even built because I’m still umming an erring as to its location. This delay has a knock on effect for the irrigation of the rhubarb, globe artichokes and yams. The final position of the pumpkins will determine the most effect route for the irrigation pipes and therefore the orientation of the header pipe the drippers will come from in these beds. At this point it could be North, South, East or West!
I have allowed a generous 6 metre long bed, that’s one metre wide. The plan is to let the pumpkins grow out into a large area beyond the bed, so they can sprawl to their hearts content. This is the last bed to be built because the last of the soil was sitting on their spot. I just couldn’t visualise it. I asked everyone what they thought: East – West or North – South? I tried moving it around on my plan and thought I had it right. Then I went outside and tried to imagine the plan in action.
The problem is the top end of the garden is narrower than the bottom end. Continuing with the orderly soldier like rows of the bottom half positions the pumpkin bed weirdly in the space available. It isn’t aesthetically pleasing, or it finds itself smack bang in the centre of the path to the chicken coop. Both of these options aren’t suitable and so will bother me for the rest of my days if I rush this decision.
The fruit cage – well it will be one when I build a structure over it, but for now it is a collection of fruit beds in various states of preparedness, runs opposite to the rest of the garden. But it is behind the dome and it is symmetrical within itself and once enclosed will be its own thing within the garden. It is just the space on the other side of the path to the chicken coop that needs thought.
It is a good sized space – over 8 metres in one direction, but it tapers so it is just over three metres at the top and about 6 metres at the other end. It is just where to put this bed without it looking silly. I don’t really want to angle it along the taper as it will ruin the aesthetic of the whole garden, but logically this will be the best place for it. But running it alongside the path on the other side will just look weird too as it will be disconnected to every other bed in the garden.
I did think about splitting it up into two beds and creating symmetry that way and I think it may just work. But I can’t really know for sure until I’ve seen it. I’m a hands on visual kind of a person. So, I kindly asked my awesome builder if he would mind using his digger to move my mountain of soil to clear the space, so I can ‘visualise’. Gosh that sounds so airy fairy!
Once the space was clear, I ran a few string lines along strategic points. From the chicken coop door down into the heart of the garden. Across from the front end of the fruit cage and up the back side of the garden so see where things line up there. I then eyeballed where the fence would go and then within these perimeters I start dragging planks about the place to find the best fit that makes the best use of the space and looks aesthetically pleasing and balanced.
I finally settled on two beds not one – for balance. To fit in with the taper of the space the front bed is four metres, but the back bed looked ridiculous at two metres, so my pumpkin growing capacity increased by a metre square and I get to have another plant which was an unforeseen benefit. They are lined up along the right side so they are in line with the path to the chicken coop and will run nicely along the angle of the fence line on the left hand side of the garden. They have a large area between them for the plants to sprawl in a controlled and contained manner.
Once that was decided and I got everyone to gather round an confirm my decision – not that I was changing my mind now, I think I was looking more for affirmation “Sarah the Gardener you are a genius and have used this space wisely!” No one said that though. They all just nodded their heads and went back on with their jobs. So, I grabbed some brackets, my drill and some screws and made the beds permanent in no time at all. Then my awesome builder came back and filled the beds with his mini digger with dirt from the pile he’d moved previously.
And all I need to do now is wait for my pumpkin seeds to germinate.
Come again soon – I can now say without a shadow of doubt there will be tomatoes this October.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
It has been a massive weekend. The long Labour Weekend did not disappoint. The weather was fabulous, and the family were well aware that this weekend is the pinnacle of the gardening calendar and gardening is what is done, for the entire weekend. And they daren’t argue with me because they know well enough I’ll pull the “It’s my birthday” card and they have to bend to my will. Ok my birthday was Tuesday, and everyone was back at work and school by then, but I just added the day to make the weekend 4 days. Four glorious days of good, honest toil in the garden.
Having said that, while I was busy pretty much the entire time, there isn’t much to show for it. I did get the poor strawberries in. But before that happened they had to suffer the further indignity of a brief savaging by Snowy the Goat. Fortunately, she didn’t do too much harm and the strawberries will bounce back. I’m not so sure about the blueberries so acquired a couple more to replace them.
Once they were planted out I found I was a dozen short to make up a full bed. I do like a bit of order in my garden and this empty space where strawberries should be would have bothered me no end, so I took myself off to the garden centre. It was a brave move during this weekend as not only is every man and his dog thinking about getting out in the garden – via the garden centre, but every manner of temptation is on display to lure us all into making impulse purchases.
I think I was quite good. I did pick up more than just the strawberries, and everything was kind of on the list, so I came out feeling quite smug with myself and my self-control. Unfortunately, my wallet wasn’t so pleased!
The good thing was they still had strawberry seedlings – they should have been planted in the winter with August being the ideal time. My collection of strawberries came from a 6-pack purchased about 15 years ago as effort to get domestic for our first home. I have been taking runners and replacing a third of them ever since so they all remain within the 3-year best productivity zone. The most I had was probably about 100 plants, but in the new garden there are 84, 72 brought from the old place and I managed to keep them alive and well in pots for about 16 months… bless them.
But back in the day I don’t remember there being much choice in the kind of strawberry available – it was strawberry or strawberry, take your pick. These days we have choice. There were four different varieties available – Camarosa, Pajaro, Aroma and Chandler, so I bought 3 of each to see which I like the best. I’ll let you know what I think when the harvest comes in.
While I was at it planting the strawberries, I realised the space for the red and black currents was also free at the back of their bed, so they went in too. Only one had had a goat prune but I’m sure it will be fine. It does feel good to know a couple of beds have been planted out.
Then I spent the rest of the time sorting out the irrigation – it is a quick and easy task, except when you have to extrapolate it out over many beds. I have barely recovered, but I’ll tell you how I did it soon. There is still more to do, so I’d prefer to give you the full picture so look out for that post.
Meanwhile, while I was wrangling hose pipes and sprinklers, our awesome builder built me a fence across the front of the garden. It is made to be rabbit and deer proof. I hope it is – the design was my idea and could possibly be flawed. I still need to string up some wires to cover the deer angle, and the sides of the garden still need to be done. The back wall is the chicken coop so no worries there. I do love my front fence. I’ve added it to the list of gifts I received for my birthday.
And in the spirit of labour weekend, with it being the safe from frost average date, Hubby the Un-Gardener dug over a couple of beds for me and I planted some popcorn, okra, peanuts and eggplants into my odds and sodds bed.
And now I am completely exhausted, but the end is in sight.
Come again soon – there will be tomatoes before the end of October – or possibly a little bit into November.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
This weekend is a weekend like no other – it is the weekend deemed safe for plants to be planted out without fear of frost. Having said that, it is date based on averages and so there have still been killing frosts recorded beyond that, well into November. Having said that I didn’t get a single frost in my new environment all winter, so I’m beginning to wonder if this whole Labour Day Weekend planting rule applies to me at all. But I do like a good tradition and going forward I may still use this as the date that is intrinsically linked to the excitement and potential of the coming season.
However, this weekend I won’t be planting my tomatoes with great fanfare as per usual… they just aren’t big enough. I have no idea why – I started them off at the same time I always did. But is has been a funny spring with more cold snaps than you can shake a stick at! My entire collect of plants are sitting tight, growing with all their might, anticipating the day they can go out into the big wide world. My entire future harvest is hidden within these small green creatures.
Having said that, it isn’t like my weekend is devoid of gardening action. While all the beds are now filled with soil, thanks to our handy builder and his mini digger. They still need levelling and enriching. The narrow 1 metre beds make the digging seem easier than working beds that seem expansive. From the ones I have done already it looks like I am on the right track. My spuds are positively flourishing.
So, there is a mountain of digging ahead of me, or someone… Hubby the Un-Gardener did say he would help me out this weekend. It is great to have someone who digs on demand. He just doesn’t quite grasp the enormity of what I have in store for him. I’ll break it to him gently – just point out one bed at a time… in order of priority, until it is all done.
In the meantime, I will be giving my onions and garlic and the more mature plants waiting in pots to be planted, a liquid feed. This can take some time – especially as I appear to be watering can-less. I can’t seem to find my small one and my big one has a crack. I may need to swing by the garden centre and try with all my might to avoid the temptation lurking there.
Then as Hubby the Un-Gardener finishes beds, I’ll set up my structures. Trellises for peas and cucumbers to scramble up, support wires for the tomatoes and support for anything else that remotely needs it. It is always better to do this before the plant goes in, so you don’t accidentally trample the plant while trying to tie bamboo poles together above your head or ram a stake through the roots of your tender young seedling.
Then there is irrigation to install and mulch to spread. The list of small chores is as long as my arm and each of them are simple, but I just don’t know where to start with them all. I think I will just start with the first one I come across and work my way towards the back of the garden, striking chores off the list as I go.
So even without the traditional pleasure of planting tomatoes – which is not my fault. I have held them as my goal since I started working on the new garden – “there will be tomatoes in the garden come October”, but who would have thought it would be the plants themselves that let the show down, not me and my efforts. So even without them, there will be plenty of garden fun to be done this long weekend.
Come again soon – this is the best weekend on the gardening calendar and it won’t go to waste!
Sarah the Gardener : o)
I have been missing from my garden for too long. But it just couldn’t be helped. The school holidays took us to sunny Fiji for a wonderful week away with the kids. It was completely the wrong time of year for a keen gardener to be separated from the garden, with it being spring and all. But family time is important, and the boys are growing up so fast that it seems important to capture as many memories as we can. And Fiji was fabulous.
I had the garden fully taken care of by a lovely house sitter who sent reassuring photo updates each day. It helped me to relax and enjoy the break knowing things were well looked after. Besides spring is one of those forgiving seasons. It is easy to forget that as we rush to get our seeds sown on the first opportunity, however the first opportunity is not the only one and so waiting a week or two won’t do any harm. And in some situations, the enforced delay will result in plants that will grow quicker in the slightly warmer conditions and flourish better long term. Having oversized seedlings lurking in pots waiting to go out into conditions that aren’t ready yet is less than ideal. And these are the phrases I’m repeating to myself to free myself from the worry of going away on holiday in the middle of spring!
But it wasn’t just Fiji. Our flight home, that should have had us arrive safely at home at 1am was delayed for departure until 1am, meaning we didn’t get home until 6:30am. Ordinarily this wouldn’t have been a problem, and nothing a bit of a sleep in wouldn’t fix. However, I needed to leave for the airport once again the following 3am. I was heading off to Australia to help the lovely people at the Benalla Garden Club celebrate their 65th birthday. It was great to see such a flourishing garden club in a wonderful vibrant community. It was well worth the travel drama to join in the celebrations.
Eventually I found myself back on home soil, but I was too exhausted to even check on the garden, and spent a couple of days resting. It was just as well as there was another stormy cold snap and it blew about the garden in a way I didn’t want to observe. There was nothing to be done until it stopped and in the clear light of a blue sky day the harm done was insignificant which was a huge relief.
With no major activities and events ahead of me for many weeks, I can now focus on the garden. There is still plenty to be done, but it is all the fun stuff. At this point I am happy to call digging and weeding fun; the novelty may wear off by the end of the week.
So, as I set about prioritising my to do list, sit back and watch my latest video, with a before holiday and after holiday tour so you can see just how much things have grown.
Come again soon – it is uninterrupted garden time!
Sarah the Gardener : o)