It has been 40 days since we moved to our current homeless situation. Actually it has been 41 days, and it is raining. About now old Noah would be getting off his ark and releasing the animals two by two! But we are still here, adrift in our temporary caravan accommodation. It isn’t too bad because we know it won’t be for much longer.
Our internet connection with the outside world has been installed and just needs tweaking. This will make a huge difference to the waiting as it feels like we have truly been cut off from the outside world. Which is fine for a while, but when you want to do things like plan a new garden and research the heck out of it with great enthusiasm, you are left thwarted, twiddling your thumbs and dreaming really big ideas with no idea if they are possible or not. I strongly believe where there is a will there is a way and no real harm can come from trying.
The house is scheduled to arrive on the 15th of March, weather dependant. Although this date seems quite fluid as originally the old owners needed it gone by early February. The advert shouted out: “Must be gone.” But it would seem they are happy for it to still be there. I just want it to be here. The council are currently checking all the details and then once they give the nod it will be all go and a flurry of activity. The only thing that has made it feel like progress so far is we have a water tank. Yay! We’ll be getting two eventually, with separate pumps – one for the house and one for the garden. It is really good to be able to put these things in place first than trying to retrospectively make the amenities bend to the needs of the garden.
In the meantime we wait, convincing ourselves we are camping on holiday with the best view in the world. The view helps bring everything back into focus when things get a little fraught. Because while it was easy in the beginning to convince ourselves it was a wonderful extended holiday, the kids weren’t back at school yet, the sun beat down with the intensity of mid-summer and it was like being in paradise. However, now the kids are well and truly back at school, the weather is a bit rubbish, and the demands of ‘normal’ life are trying to overlay themselves on this unusual situation.
The need to garden has fortunately been addressed with my temporary container garden which I have found is a pretty needy creature. Worse than a clingy toddler. If it was a boyfriend I’d have dumped him long ago. But it’s a garden so all is forgiven, even if it dries out at the drop of a hat and starts to sulk more often than not. Oh bring on the real garden… plants that can stretch their roots are more like teenagers that only check in when they need something or are hungry. The majority of the time they can cope perfectly well on their own.
And to top it all off it is no longer summer. The calendar made the shift yesterday to that gentle season Autumn. I normally like autumn, but you can feel the shift of the seasons more acutely when the walls of your home are paper thin and the chill of the mornings are much more noticeable than if we were in a house. Only the keen and the crazy go camping in autumn!
But while there is still some warmth in the air I will satisfy myself with sowing seeds for the cool season crops in the hope that they will end their lives in a wonderful new garden with their roots going down deep! Time to get those hands dirty again.
Come again soon – change is still afoot, it just takes a while.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
We have survived our first month living in a caravan with just a handful of weeks left before the house arrives. We seem to be in a lull in the busyness that has been swirling around us in the last few months and will continue to do so in the months to come. The weather has yo-yoed between being perfect camping weather with clear blue skies that disappear into our incredible ocean view and pouring with rain so heavily we can barely see the sea at all. February is ordinarily a very settled month as the summer draws to a close, however this year seems to have other plans.
Since we have been living in the confined space of the caravan it has rained for 18 days and dry for a mere 14 days. The first extremely wet day was the day we moved with about 20mm – give or take. The days before and after it were nice days. Go figure! Just to make it more exciting two of the 18 days also had rainfall of over 30mm! And as I write this we are waiting for the impact of the remnants of Cyclone Gita that ravished poor Tonga and Fiji last week. It is looking like we won’t get a full hit here, but there will be rain and wind, which in a caravan with teenagers, won’t be that much fun, but we’ll live.
But I’m not here to moan about the weather. I have something really exciting to share with you. Although I can’t build my garden yet, due to the caravan and a container with all our worldly possessions positioned smack bang where I want to have my garden, I was feeling a little lost without a garden to potter about in, so did something about it.
To start with it was like having a wee holiday, but I found myself at a loose end with nothing to do. Gardening is what I do, and my identity is wrapped up in that too. I’m a gardener and without dirt under my nails, I don’t feel like me. Ok I must admit it was nice to go through a couple of storms without worrying about sweet corn blowing over, tomatoes snapping their stakes or the greenhouse blowing away. But that isn’t enough to deter me, and I began longing for these worries. It is part of the gardening journey – it is never smooth sailing. There is always something, the weather, pests, disease, weeds. Fortunately, the setbacks always outweigh the benefits and just sinking your teeth into something amazing that has been freshly picked makes it all worthwhile. I missed that.
During a recent dry spell, I gathered together all the plants I had bought with me from the places they had been conveniently deposited and gave them some love they desperately needed, some had become quite travel weary. There were more than I’d realised, so I set about arranging them in a way that would be easy for me to tend to. One of the lessons I have learnt about the garden is – the easier things are, then the more likely you are to do a good job.
Another thing I hadn’t fully realised was how many ornamental bits and bobs I had. Spread out across the big old garden they were barely noticeable. But in a small space, my butterfly windmill, my fountain, the memorial statue of poor wee Toast the Cat and a few other items make it a cheery place and accentuate the garden nicely. I think I’ll need to look into getting more bits and bobs in the new big garden.
I’m really pleased with how the container garden looks and it is such a pleasure to potter in it. I’ve elevated the pots off the ground on old bread style trays (that I have a great plan for them in the long term, but more about that later). This gives the garden a nice defined shape and will be easier to maintain the overall look of the garden without it looking too cluttered or too weedy. It will make mowing in there easier too as moving a tray of pots will be simpler than moving them individually.
Finally, I wrapped a fence of sorts around it to keep the free ranging chickens out. They have already had a field day with my poor exposed plants.
I do have to say, I admire all of the gardeners out there who garden in containers as their only or main form of gardening. It is actually higher maintenance than in ground gardening. I knew all of this, however with such a large garden to potter about with, any unfortunate plants under my care inevitably died a sad and lonely death. Without the vast resource of soil at the roots disposal, these plants are entirely at the mercy of the gardener for food and moisture. Especially moisture. In hot summer days, the limited space in modest containers can dry out very fast. Watering the garden is much more of a life and death situation. But it does give me the perfect excuse to potter longer in my little garden beside the sea.
It is especially important I keep these plants alive as many are destined to go into the new garden, like the asparagus and strawberry seedlings that I have somehow managed to keep alive since the winter. Others are hanging in there, so I can have a fresh crunch of something – anything homegrown before the season comes to an end. I’m even growing beans, hoping for a late harvest, and I don’t even like beans!
What I am missing is herbs. I think I need to pick up some to help liven up our diets. A trip to the garden centre is needed, and just like that my little garden start to grow – in more ways than one!
Come again soon – I suspect things will start to speed up again soon and there will be many interesting things to tell you about.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
It has been two weeks since I left my garden for a gorgeous spot on the coast and it has taken that long to start to feel comfortable with caravan living. We have slipped into a school term routine, so it no longer feels like we are camping and it seems all the more real that we are doing a peculiar thing that will be worth it in the long run. The perception of camping was great to start with as the weather was absolutely amazing, endless blue skies and hot days that were softened by a gentle sea breeze. Swimming in the ocean was a great way to freshen up and the living was relaxed and easy, even more so once we got electricity. It was nice to take some time to do nothing much at all after months of busyness getting the house ready for sale and then packing up all our worldly possessions.
We even survived a terrible storm with torrential rain and strong winds, although we have had to make adjustments to the way we live. The earlier sunny days had lulled us into a false sense of security and we had sprawled a little. But it isn’t for much longer, about 35 days give or take and we should be house dwellers like normal people. But it was a good wake up call as in these coming days it will rain again.
One adjustment has been especially difficult for me, and that is with the cooking. We have limited space to store things and so all of my pickles, sauces and other things I’d made to enhance my cooking are packed away. The deep freezer is plugged in, in a location far from here so what harvest I was able to make this season is safe and will bring us some sunshine this winter. And worst of all, I don’t have a garden as such. There is no fresh produce for me.
So we have been buying things – little and often because of the lack of space. I don’t think I’ve ever been to the supermarket so frequently ever. Normally it is just once every couple of weeks for the basics I can’t make or grow and if we run out, then we wait. Going in every other day leads to spending more than intended as things tend to catch your eye and it jumps into the trolley almost as if by magic. I’m not entirely happy with what we are buying either, but it is just for a short time. Having worked in the convenience food industry in a previous life I’m keen to avoid it now and love my whole food lifestyle, carefully making it from scratch. However, in a caravan this isn’t easy so convenience food it is.
Not only is it a shock as to how little self control I seem to have in the supermarket, but also the price of things – especially veggies. I can’t remember the last time I bought a tomato or a cucumber as I work with the principle – if it isn’t in season, we’re not having it. It makes us appreciate the rhythm of nature and things anticipated taste so much better. Except stuff from the supermarket. The full and rich flavours experienced with home grown produce is missing from these items. And as they come unnecessarily wrapped in plastic or have plastic stickers plastered all over them, then I am also concerned at the increased amount of waste this convenience lifestyle is generating.
I need to make a temporary garden as soon as I can so we can slip back into a way of life we are more accustomed to. The big garden is coming along nicely in the planning stage and while I had hoped to get started on it straight away I hadn’t anticipated the place for the house and surrounding area needed to be clear for the tradespeople to do their thing. Meaning the other lovely flat area that is to be my garden is cram packed with stuff – the caravan is where I would like to have my greenhouse, the container is stretched out across several potential beds, the trailer is where my office shed is to go and other items are blocking the possibility of most horticultural endeavour.
It is just for a short time, and so in the meantime I am researching gardening in these conditions, designing and planning the garden and beyond and gathering together all the materials I’ll need. So once the house arrives and everything else goes I can get started straight away on my forever. garden.
Come again soon – I don’t feel like me if I’m not growing something
Sarah the Gardener : o)
After 87 days from idea to realisation, we are now all moved and settled in to our new place. Well not quite settled in. We are living in a caravan with all our worldly possessions scattered about the place waiting to be rearranged in a orderly fashion. We may be there for a short while, the house arrives, all going well in early March or hopefully even sooner.
Our new place is 10 acres on the rugged west coast over looking the Tasman Sea. The sand is black, the beach is empty for miles and the waves are often wild. It is a mesmerising sight to sit and stare at. We’re not on the beach front itself, but we have beach access and I can see the waves break from where the garden will be. The view is spectacular. This alone is worth the move.
The land, while gorgeous, doesn’t currently have a house. This is not a big problem for us as we like to embrace difficult situations. It builds character. Although I’m not sure our character requires strengthening in the area of building, so yeah nah, we’re not building a house. We did look into that, and not only is it extremely expensive, but there are so many logistical hoops to jump through and takes a very long time, we decided we’re not up for that kind of a challenge.
So we are relocating a house. That way, we get to look for our perfect house to go with our perfect section. As there is a lot of development going on in the country where old houses on large sections are making way for numerous townhouses, it didn’t take long to find the perfect one for our place. All we have to do now is wait for it to arrive, so I’ll share more about that later. It is the ultimate form of recycling!
In the meantime we are going to live in a caravan that the lovely previous owners have left for us use for the few short months it will take for the house to come. It is summer and most people about the place are staying in caravans by choice right now as they go off on their summer holiday, it can’t be that much different from that! We have created several locations beside the caravan – tents and a large gazebo, so we don’t all kill each other in the confined space of the caravan. It’ll be fine and won’t be for long.
The place I want to put the garden will be perfect for it – it gets all day sun and is mostly sheltered from the worst of the winds this coastal property will throw at it. I will need raised beds as the soil is mostly sand. I will miss the wonderful rich soil we had at the last place, but I won’t miss the mud. Although come next summer I may be bemoaning the fact there is too much drainage! I have great plans for the garden and you can check it our here in my wee video tour of the new place:
It is an ambitious plan which is exciting and scary all at the same time. There is a lot to learn as things are very different, but a gardener is always learning and I am looking forward to the journey. There will be ups and downs. Mistakes will be made, but at the end of the day I can sit and let the troubles of the day wash away as the sun sinks into the ocean. It would have taken a pretty special place to take me away from my old garden and this, I believe, it that place.
Come again soon – it is the first day of an very interesting journey.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
It is fair to say the process of selling a house isn’t a simple process. Pop a holiday season in the middle of it all and it can really be challenging.
The first step of getting the house ready for sale doesn’t just include the standard decluttering and making a home a house of show room standard, devoid of all but a few personal items to make it seems homely for someone else. This process while initially challenging if you haven’t had a major declutter in a decade, once it is done it is done, aside from frequently reminding the kids we are to remain in a state to eternal cleanliness until further notice. It makes you wonder if you actually need all of the stuff you have hidden away. (Until you start to go through it deciding if it will be allowed to enter the new place. You need to be ruthless and restrain all sentiment.)
But the garden is a whole other thing. It is alive and has its own set of intentions and not as easy to bend to the process of looking like a show home for an unspecified period of time, as the house is. In the veggie patch, plants come and go and the window of opportunity for that image of perfection is fleeting. A lush and verdant row of onion may look perfect on day one, but in a few short weeks have flopped over and look all bedraggled. A sign they are ready for harvest and need to come out – leaving them there would just be a waste. But then there is a blank spot that will only get filled with weeds if left, so it needs to be replanted with anything that will provide the same healthy verdant growth that was once there.
The butternut squash doesn’t understand they are to remain orderly and spill over the edge of the bed, making it impossible to maintain the grass around them. They are only forgiven because of the bountiful harvest beneath the leaves that will give the new people plenty of comfort food over the winter months.
But the hardest thing to remain on top of is the lawn. Grass doesn’t care what your plans are, and it just grows. However, when you are selling a house, it needs to be perfect all of the time and the boom and bust of the weekly mow just doesn’t cut it. You can’t just have it looking good on Sunday after the Saturday mow and have it all dishevelled by Friday. The far reaches of the property that very rarely see the spinning blades of the push mower gets a close shave every other day. It is hard work and requires frequent nagging and starts to become costly as our teenage boy puts his hand out for financial reward for his efforts. But it has to be done.
The most critical area that needs to stay nice is the back yard and it is a pleasure to say this was in good hands and no nagging was needed. Neville the Gardena Robotic Lawnmower had this job in hand and was constantly bobbing about keeping the yard cut crisp and fresh. But not only did he do a superb job of keeping the grass looking magnificent, he also provided a place of peace and tranquillity amongst the chaos. Just knowing this area was being taken care of was one less thing to worry about. But also, as he randomly worked his way across the lawn, back and forth, this way and that, he provided a mesmerising moment of calm. While sitting on the back step with a cup of tea, just watching the lawn silently being cut, you could feel the stress of it all just melt away.
Once the house sold, there is an expectation that it will be handed on to the new people in the condition it was when they agreed to buy it. The house bit is easy enough, you just have to remove all of your possessions and present them with an empty place for them to fill with their own things and make it their home. But once again that independent living thing that is a garden isn’t about to comply. So as things have needed to come out of the garden, I’ve replaced them with new things that are perfect for now, that I’ll never see come to fruition, but that doesn’t matter to me. I want to leave a lovely garden behind and I get to enjoy this garden up to the very last moment.
The problem is there was a holiday in there as well and we headed out of town for Christmas. This is an invitation for unchecked growth across the whole garden. In that short space of time, unwatched things grow out of control and in an unruly fashion. Within days of our departure, anyone popping by on the off chance we’d still be there would be able to tell we were away by the state of the garden. The plants might as well have had a sign “No one is at home!” The place would have looked abandoned if it wasn’t for Neville. He didn’t even take the statutory breaks and continued through the baking sun and stormy weather to ensure the backyard looked perfect. The lawn looked loved, and we love Neville for loving it for us.
So, as we do the final bits of packing and moving out we know as we hand over the keys, there is one less thing we need to worry about. And before we drive off to the new place, we will scoop up our wonderful Neville and take him with us, where he will have a well-earned break while we decide exactly where the new back lawn will be. I am looking forward to seeing him bob about there, making the new place feel homely and a source of calm in the new chaos we are about to embark upon.
Come again soon – the grass is greener on the other side… well maybe not as green but it is still good!
Sarah the Gardener : o)
This is the absolute best kind of weeding there is. After a period of sustained torrential rain the soil becomes so moist deep down that even the nastiest weed like dock weed slips right out of the ground with the entire tap root attached. This is my bright side to a few days of horrible stormy weather.
It was probably the worst storm we have had in ages. I was going to say all year, but the year isn’t even a week old yet and it is the only storm we have had… thankfully. Although I’m not in a hurry to have another one. It should have been expected, summer holidays are normally ruined by bad weather, although it was late – it normally comes between Christmas and New Year when the maximum number of people are sleeping in tents.
I thought it was going to be one of those storms in a teacup that the boffins get wrong and then the media pick up on it in a slow news week. Everyone gets all excited and secures all their stuff so it won’t blow away and then it fizzles out somewhere over the Pacific Ocean and we get a few spits and spots and a gentle huff and our trust in the boffins is eroded. These storms normally have a name and memes appear everywhere – especially when it comes to nothing. So when the mounting panic was being conveyed on the public, they didn’t even give this storm a name. Judging by the damage it did to most of the country… it should have had a name. It was just referred to as a Severe Storm. This didn’t do it justice.
After drought like conditions for weeks and weeks, it started to rain gently and gardeners everywhere rejoiced. I thought ‘this is nice.’ But it didn’t stop, it got heavier and heavier like some kind of malfunctioning gadget. It rained for days. I wouldn’t have minded it so much if that was all the storm had to offer. But it brought along some wind. The kind of wind that leaves you wide eyed at 3:00 in the morning hoping and praying the roof stays on, the greenhouse stays up and no harm comes to the garden. By 4:30 you are convinced there is nothing left of the garden and anxiously wait for the light of day so you can survey the damage. The wind always sounds worst in the dark. But I don’t think winds in excess of 85km per hour ever sound pleasant. We even had the power out for several hours, reminding us how dependent we are on it for everything – even flushing the loo because the water pump wasn’t working.
Just to add insult to injury there was a ‘Wolf Moon’. I don’t even know what a Wolf Moon is, but it is apparently one of those once in a lifetime super moons that we’ve been getting a lot of lately. It only comes around once in a blue moon… But it wreaked havoc with the beaches and on top of the storms there were king tides that penetrated in land further than any high tide before, egged on by the nameless storm.
Day broke and the reports began coming in over the internet of the damage done to other places, corn flattened, tomatoes broken, trees felled, roads washed away, homes flooded. From the minor damage to the major damage, this storm wasn’t mucking around. Maybe it was upset because it didn’t have a name.
I didn’t even want to look at the garden. I couldn’t face it. However I needn’t have worried. It was barely touched. Well it did have a few minor dings. A small lemon branch broke, a lily plant lost its container – I have no idea where it went, but the plant is still there. The corn looked like it had been blown in one direction and then re-righted when the wind changed direction. The popcorn didn’t fair so well – it was mostly horizontal. The timing couldn’t have been worse – the tassels were out dropping pollen on the silks. I’m not expecting them to be fully pollinated this year. But all in all everything else was fine. Phew.
The garden still needed a bit of attention though. Over the holiday period and with all the packing we’ve been doing, some weeds crept into my recently pristine garden. I was dreading taking care of them as the soil had sun baked to concrete-esk style and removing even the smallest weed would have been difficult. However, thanks to the storm with no name, the soil was soft, crumbly and wonderful and weeding was actually a pleasure. Even the most stubborn dock slipped out with its tap root fully intact. It was like the storm scared it stupid and it just surrendered. I was able to whip around the weediest beds in super-fast speed and the garden once again looks great. There is still a little bit to do to restore complete control, but I’m hoping to get onto this before the sun bakes the soil once again and the weeds become stuck fast.
Come again soon – the moving day is approaching fast.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
NB: In spite of all the rain, we are still not out of the woods yet with the water saving, so as soon as things calm down and the sun comes out again – check with your council to see where you are at with the watering restrictions.
Normally at this time of year we look back over the previous twelve months and wax lyrical about the mundane goings in the garden, reminisce over the ordinary and set goals along the lines of ‘must keep on top of the weeds this year.’ Life in a garden has seasons and once you get the hang of things it can become a bit of a routine. It is still exciting to see the first seedling emerge in spring and the first blush of red in the tomato patch, but at the end of the day, the pea season comes, and the pea season goes, the onions get pulled out and the space they occupied is quickly filled with something else, and strawberries don’t last forever.
Don’t get me wrong, the garden is always a place of great excitement – the anticipation finding out what that new variety actually tastes like after months of waiting, greeting an old favourite like a long-lost friend and cracking into a large juicy watermelon can only be done with a huge grin on your face! The things I control in the garden bring me great joy. Just being in the garden gives a sense of peace, contentment and accomplishment.
However, it is the things you can’t control that can give the greatest frustration. Namely the weather. We certainly had our fair share of rain this year. Oh, my goodness. It taught me how to have patience as I waited between downpours for the soil to dry out. But there is always a silver lining and although on the surface the ground now looks parched, dry and cracked, deep down there is a good solid moist soil and the plants seem to have sent their roots down into it and despite the baking heat, they are thriving. Nothing in nature is wasted and even a wet winter can become a blessing.
I have to confess to being a bit of a creature of habit. I like things just so… well in the garden – elsewhere is a bit chaotic, but I’m working on that, or more accurately Hubby the Un-Gardener is helping me work on that as we sort through 10 years of stuff and try to eliminate anything with the designation “I might need that one day.” Having said that I bet I will need it one day…. But in the garden, once I find a system that works well for me, I tend to keep it that way. Over the last decade the garden has been refined and fine-tuned, and it is really only the vagaries of the season, the whims of the weather and the populations of pest and disease that spice things up in the garden. Pop ups on my calendar remind me when to do things, my crop rotation is pretty much set in stone and at the end of the season everything just moves a bed to the right. I have my favourite things I like to grow and have long since cast aside the weird and interesting as they were too weird and too interesting, and we never ate them and often didn’t actually like them.
Each season, each bed was starting to look like it did the previous year in the neighbouring bed. I used to be like that with the Christmas tree. The silvery tinsel always went on the bottom like a layer of snow, the robin ornament went near the top, so he could look out over the room, the tinkly noisy chime one could go near the bottom by the door, so the breeze could catch it and sound festive…. But then I noticed looking back over the photos was the only thing that had changed was the kids standing in front of it were slightly taller. Now I get the kids to do it and then I go in and move a few things to balance it out. The garden, while still extremely challenging and rewarding was starting to feel like the tree. Only I didn’t realise it.
In the time I have had to reflect on the garden over the last two months, I have come to realise I was in need of a new challenge. Something that would throw me in over my head and terrify and excite me at the same time. I love my creature comforts and would have been happy to potter about in the garden for the rest of my days, it is the difference between a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster at the fairground. Both are fun, just in different way.
As I started out on 2017 I would never have picked how it would ended and if you told me I’d be giving up my beloved garden I would call you a liar. But having come to terms with the reality of it all, I am ready to move on, leaving the garden in the care of others and excited for what this new year will bring. It is almost impossible to make New Years resolutions as it is impossible to know exactly how it will be. So, all I can really put on my goal list is ‘to bring it on’. 2018 I am ready for what ever challenge you throw at me.
Come again soon – the new garden in the new place is the perfect start to a new year!
Sarah the Gardener : o)
This is a strange time of year in many ways. Ordinarily we aren’t here at all, but off beside the sea somewhere soaking in the summer sun and doing some well deserved relaxing after a hard year of hard yakka. Sometimes we’re in a tent – although not often. I’ve long since decided sleeping on uneven ground under a thin piece of fabric that is freezing cold when you go to bed and boiling hot, yet a little damp when you wake up, having spent the night listening to a mozzie buzzing about your head hoping it doesn’t land and bite your face (the only part of you exposed due to the cold). Then having to crawl out of bed on your hands and knees to emerge from the tent is the final indignity. Nope, I think camping is best left to the younger people and I’ve been that young person for my fair share of years. Fun times, great memories.
Other times we would be more civilised in a cabin with essential facilities like electric, running water, proper beds and if we’re lucky Wi-Fi. But in recent years it has been out on the boat that spent several years languishing in my back yard while Hubby the Un-Gardener had it done up. It makes time spent out on the water in it so much more wonderful because we made it happen – from repairing the rotting sides and replacing almost everything, to choosing sea themed cushions and installing the USB connectors to keep phones charged to take great photos of summer fun.
But not this year. We took a few short days to spend Christmas with family in other parts of the country and then instead of heading off to the boat for sun, sea, swimming, fishing and fun, we came back home. It feels weird calling it home. It is still home, but not for much longer. Already there is the hint of an emotional disconnect. But then it is still very much the place we love. My heart often asks, “but why are you giving all of this wonderfulness up?” and I feel momentarily sad. But then we make a quick visit to the new place and the overwhelming delight that land offers remind me exactly why. It would have taken a pretty special place to make me give up my garden and the new place is incredibly special.
My feelings towards the garden are strange. In the beginning of the process, I was adamant I didn’t want to give it up and wasn’t sure what I would do. But in the short days since the sale. It has only been two weeks; the garden has changed. It is really strange. I no longer think of it as mine. I am a custodian for the new people and I want to make it nice for them.
So, during this time when we are normally on holiday, we are here doing the arduous task of packing up ten years of clutter and accumulation in preparation for the move that is also measured in weeks, but only just as there aren’t that many of them. And I am keeping the garden in order. Normally at this time the garden grows unchecked and unruly without a caring hand to guide and direct its tendrils, remove its weeds and harvest its bounty.
It is lovely to be here at this time and be among this verdant growth. But as I tie in the tomatoes, I’m left wondering what the new fruits among the plants named from A to Z will taste like. But I remind myself there is always next year – I still have the seeds. As I move onto the next bed and train the out of control cucumbers from going everywhere, except where they should, my mind moves on to other things… new things and thoughts of the possibilities of the new garden fill my head and I can’t help but feel excited. The new tastes of the tomatoes will be worth the wait.
Come again soon – the new year will bring an incredible new start.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Things are extremely busy around here. Not only is there festive celebrations in the middle of my growing season, but we have a lot of packing to do as well. We certainly don’t do things by half in our wee world.
So I am going to take the opportunity now to say a big:
And also say have a safe and happy New Year. It has been an interesting year full of ups and downs and a surprise ending I wouldn’t have even begun to imagine when the clock struck midnight last New Years Eve. Exciting times are ahead and I am looking forward to bringing you all with me as we head off on this next exciting adventure. Thank you all for gardening alongside me this year.
Please enjoy this very short video explaining to our You Tube friends the news of the sale of the house, some lovely shots of the garden and a cuddle with Fennel the Cat.
Come again soon – the new year will bring a new change.
Sarah the Gardener : o)