Where’s this year going? Phew…

I know, eek, I know I’ve got to get up the hill and check out my hawthorn before the 14th for the monthly tree following meme; I’ve got to get another book proposal finished pretty soon; I’ve got to do some research for the next book, anyway; I’ve got to get my things ready for the garden club’s summer show on Wednesday, plus I’m sorting out some show admin and stewarding; I’ve got to get stuff done for a craft pop-up I’m inhabiting in about ten days’ time… and the rest.

Every so often, though, I do manage to get into the garden, weather (and what weather) permitting. And when I’m there I sometimes manage to lift my head from the weeding, the cutting back, the ripping out of foxgloves from inappropriate places, the removal of ‘gifts’ of various kinds (pre- and post-eating, ergh, or maybe that should be fresh and, um, processed) left for me by Next Door’s Cat. And it’s not been that bad, you know.

Salvia hot lips

Even if it did take my Salvia ‘hot lips’ ages to remember that it was supposed to be in two colours and respond to what I am going to call summer. Well, vague warmth, anyway.

When I left London after, as my mother would doubtless have put it, ‘coming to my senses’ I thought life might be less frantic. My memory must have been playing tricks on me. This goes some way to explain why I’ve not posted much recently. Either I’m so glued to the screen editing and writing that I can’t face voluntary screen time, or I’m rushing frantically from one place to another in a cloud of dust and a Toyota Auris. Some measure of how bonkers life is at the moment can be judged by the fact that I was in Tesco at 8am because it was the only time available. Start your day the Tesco way. No, thanks, really, that’s fine…

poppy

I think I’d rather be in the garden. Or anywhere, with the possible exception of South London. Or, OK, I admit it, Barmouth on a sunny Saturday. Well, sitting in a queue of cars to get into Barmouth on a sunny Saturday – I counted 614, mostly stationary, as I was travelling in the opposite direction last week. Where they all thought they were going to park, I don’t know.

Er, garden!

My directly sown seed bed has been amazing this year. Great clouds of nigella, interestingly all self-sown and split into two broad patches of colour – white and blue – were most gratifying, and the poppies have been good too. Some verbascums popped up unexpectedly, and I’ve got a huge spontaneous chicory plant as well. The cosmos and antirrhinums I sowed into seed trays and then planted out might possibly flower. Only might, mind. Direct sowing for me, and in the autumn, too.

hiawatha

I planted this lily – Hiawatha – in October 2013, and it has been absolutely lovely this year; it was good last year, but this has been better. I also seem to have acquired a freebie, somewhere where I’d not planted one – surely a year is too soon for it to spread itself about? And the monarda has been lovely too, so it’s not all gloom and doom. It is in the veg patch, but I’ll gloss over that. At least I’m not alone.

And when I drive up the hill, rushing between one thing and the next, I get a cheering reminder that there is indeed a garden by my house:

lucifer

I planted a couple of Crocosmia Lucifer in the bed by the side wall of the chapel house almost two years ago. We’re on a hill, and the lane is cut into what would be the normal lie of the land, so the side of my garden is actually about six feet higher at the bottom end – yes, there’s a wall, and yes, it’s in good nick – than the road. The Lucifers, now vastly increased in number, look spectacular and make you do a double-take if you don’t realise how high the ground is behind the wall. In my case, the double take comes as I remember I haven’t been down there for a few days and there’s a suspicious smell. That would be the NDC, aka FluffyBum, again, no doubt.

Next, I’ll get up the hill to my followed tree, honestly!

(Incidentally, there seems to be something of a red theme happening in my garden this year. Strangely, all of it was planted before we even knew the result of the last election, let alone that Jeremy Corbyn would be standing for Labour leader. The garden clearly knew. I seem to have a socialist garden.)

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5 thoughts on “Where’s this year going? Phew…

  1. hoehoegrow

    Gosh you do sound busy ! The summer is going by far too quickly , and I want to savour every moment of it , because, before we know it, it will be woodsmoke and falling leaves…

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    1. kate Post author

      We’re already doing falling leaves a bit, and next door lit their fire. I suppose that’s why FluffyBum has just left me signs of his passing through rather than graced me with his presence (he’s a cat that’s very easy to fall over when gardening).

      And the Welsh word for July does translate as ‘end summer’. Just saying!

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  2. croftgarden

    I’m beginning to wonder if this minor epidemic of “business” is some kind of distraction behaviour in response to the summer that never was. I’m certainly too embarrased to write about the state of the veg garden, but at least you have flowers on your salvias and nigella!
    Fortunately all political parties other than the SNP are extinct in Scotland, so I don’t have to worry about the predominantly blue state of the cottage garden!

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    1. kate Post author

      Touche!

      Actually our annual show was astonishing – so much perfect produce, though admittedly some of the classes were smaller than usual, but evidently people are producing stuff, at least down here in the balmy south (er, exaggeration, though it may apply to the tropical delights of south Wales, of course). And Plaid’s colour is green, so my garden is perpetually political, as is the entire landscape. Apart from the bits at the top of mountains which are all shattered rock and look like Mordor, that is. Also like Plaid once they start infighting and tearing lumps out of each other (it was ever thus; look at the Welsh princes, not much need for the English to do much when your own brother could be relied on to dob you in). Ahem. I think I’ll go with the red!

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