I had to take them down before the storm, so I dumped comfrey on them, they seemed larger after a day.
Run free now, cover everything.
I never saw them flower, this is only their first year.
I forget that some irises come out this time of year. Every year actually.
Yo, Dear Reader, I’ve been avoiding taking much about the world at large, well, mostly because we’re all sick at heart with the state of things, but I do have to preface this a little, just before this started I was getting ready to go in for a consultation to finally see the last set of weight-loss surgeries, a combination due to necessity, then everything fell to pieces and I’m back in limbo, I have been kicked at every stage of this journey, every single step has had something to make it harder, this year has been bad for everyone, but it started bad for me, even the garden has been hit hard with extreme weather, I’m honestly at the stage where I’m not sure I’ll see squash, my most important harvest, I’m in a mental state where I just can’t get any joy out of anything, depression has been with me my whole life and these last few years have been crushing. I grew up not talking about this, or talking but getting bombard with bad advice and dismissals, I’m old enough, tired enough too, to know my own path, I don’t need anyone’s help, but I do need to put it into words. A storm took three of my squash plants, despite having extra I’m still looking at trouble, you plan for the harvest you want and plant for the year you have, they may bounce back, but at this stage that isn’t going to make a dent in my moods, as I say I’ve been here a lot, I’m just being frank, it also took out my arch, tore it in two. I, well, I had an episode, I have anger issues as well as depression and losing another piece of my joy pushed me back again I’ve been suicidal for so long it’s hard to think when I wasn’t, I’m not fine, Dear Reader, but I’m doing my best, again, no help, I just want to speak, so I went out in high winds, I dug up the honeysuckle, I had to cut through the metal arch and leave it in there, literally carving the roots, thick as bananas, out of the ground and, somehow, my memory is hazy in places, depression is a lot more than being sad after all, I lifted the eight foot tall mass, pulled muscles in arm arms and tore up my hands, didn’t realise it until later, and moved it to the wild garden. It’s buried deep and will cover the area I wanted creating a space for birds and insects. I then cleaned out and, well, here I am. When we talk weight-loss stories I want mine to be in there, to show the system in place that offers no help beyond a certain point because I want no one going through what I have without needing to.We as a society hate fat bodies, we talk of health to disguise that and all I can do is hope for a better world for the next generation. As for me, I don’t know, Dear Reader, my life is in an awful dark place and nothing or no one can help. I could be selfish, I could do what I like and ignore all precautions, spread the disease like so many, but I won’t and don’t, I do all I need and more to keep others safe. Selfishness isn’t strength, nor is ignorance or stupidity. I hope you’re all safe, Dear Reader, I’m going to back to bland nonsense, for myself as much as all of you, I hope it helps. Thank you for giving me a place to put my story where it won’t fall on deaf ears, that’s enough for now.
Fledglings being fed by their parents.
Three years and the Jasmine is still trying to grow.
I have plans for the wall, the bare patch will be full of dahlias in time.
So, I cleaned up the area as you can see, luckily I had some matting and once and for all the bottomless buckets prove themselves indispensable as a weed control system. The Chinese Magnolia will grow as high as I want, but I’m not letting any tree take over, Naru’s garden now gets more light, the honeysuckle was incredibly dense, I knew it should be cut back, but I hoped it’d finish the arch and support itself, three years was a good run and it’ll grow where it is now too, it’s bouncing back even since I took that photo, a heavy rain came after the strong winds. The garden really has no plan and you can count on nature for refusing to allow you yours, you just have to keep adapting, changing and taking what you can get. I put a frame made out of bamboo, twine and netting and took peas I threw in an old cistern and put everything into a squash pot so I may get a few extra sugarsnap peas, which I give away most years because I have too many. in the garden there are spaces where you plant, but once you leave that space, no matter how much you want or need new plants you just have to accept that you can’t achieve anything and you take that and plan for another year, no matter what some losses can’t be replaced, it’s taken years to learn that and it may take a lifetime to accept it.
The garden is full of life.
Clearance orchid in it’s third, maybe fourth, budding.
So Jam and marmalade, these are too rough to be worth typing up, they were entirely impromptu. The Grapefruit marmalade was made because I bought four oranges that were actually grapefruit. What I did was zest one, steam one and chop it up, then scooped out the three, that includes the zested one, avoiding the pith as best I could. So chunky soft flesh and pulped, juicy flesh combine and go into a pot with half the weight in granulated sugar and half in jam sugar, to avoid making it too thick, the rest is as with any of my jam recipes. It tasted tart, surprisingly even with all the sugar, but it broke down enough to make it a more even consistency, boiling sugar will do that. This is a quick marmalade, the rational methods take a lot more time and boiling. his is purely for fun and keeping a hand in, I won’t be eating it myself, but I’ll get honest feedback from someone who will. The peach and mint is even quicker, I cut an x in the bottom of each, blanched the peaches, poured boiling water over them, covered for a minute, poured it out and then ran cold water over them. A quick peel, diced them up and squeeze the flesh from the pits and after a mash in it went with equal weight of jam sugar, it was super thick, might be too dense, but delicious, after poring into the two jars, I only had a single packet of peaches, I pushed a sprig of mint into each and sealed. Homemade jam is enjoyable, with practice you can make a lot, but be careful when doing anything with boiling sugar, you get burned once and you’ll never forget it, Dear Reader. Now, I’ll leave you in peace, I’m hoping to go and do more weeding, well, I’d rather not, but I have to, if the weather changes as promised. Until later, Dear Reader, stay safe and take care.
They were playing all over the garden.