I received word that the surgery might go ahead in about two months. That’s still not a guaranteed date, but it is close. I’ll be honest with you dear reader, I’m extremely stressed out. I’ll have to use all the meals I prepped up and redo them nearer to the date, I haven’t been sleeping well, the stress is getting to me. Mental illness is complex and personal. I’m not getting into it here, I’m not having the same tired discussions I keep having to endure. I’m going to get this surgery, I’m going to fight this pain. I’ve been repeatedly knocked down, but I rise, every time I rise. For now, for as long as needs be I’ll be in the garden. Will you come with me dear reader? Together we’ll find every speck of joy contained within. Talking when words are useful, just gazing into the lush growth when they fail. Never letting the numbness spread like weeds, smothering happiness in its wake. Let’s go.
I’ve been touring around the garden a lot. So many people want to see it.
The fear was that these would die. Thankfully they’ve flourished.
This was a neighbours that was almost thrown out. I wish I knew the varieties.
These are those miniature roses. They’re getting buckets in the fall.
The bareroot tea-rose are even close to blooming. Which was a wonderful surprise.
Funnily the two pinks really look well together.the two-tone and the simple pink.
This is in a corner, near the greenhouse, climbing up that old frame I made.
The pea onward are flowering too.
I’ll pick the sugarsnaps as they mature.
Thankfully the dahlias have started. They hadn’t begun to sprout when they were dug up so they were fine.
The even heat is doing the tomatoes well. They’re roma and gardener’s delight. All the chillies are from saved seeds. I know neither type. Heh.
I removed the bothersome hedge and matted this area. The bareroot berry bushes are thriving.
A wild rambling rose.
I really felt as if the squash would never start and now they’re blooming.
I’ll sweep up….later.
The little colourful planter is all left over wood. Just a bit of whimsy. I’m no carpenter, it’s wonky up close, but he nasturtiums don’t seem bothered.
I’ve drained all the barrels again. I’m also setting up a small bin for comfrey tea, or compost tea, or maybe nettle, or all of the above.
This takes a lot of watering on hot days.
I only have one runner bean so far. Ah, well, you have to try.
The saved painted sage is really doing well.
The bulbs, fresia and Dutch iris, are almost in boom.
Naru’s garden is really looking well. All the seeds have really hit their stride.
I hope these will thicken out and save me weeding.
Lilies are popping up all over. I have no idea who planted those.
The yellow rose has a friend. Take care, dear reader.