The Call of the Garden

 photo WP_20170428_020_e_zpsfdq3y85j.jpgI need to take cutting from my sage. That was all this was originally.

If I fall asleep at any point in my maundering please rouse me, I have good reason to be groggy. I have been a’gardening. I hadn’t held out much hope for today. I put down broccoli seedlings, I even had to make my own cabbage collars because they’re apparently a scarce resource, treasured by the idle rich and withheld from the toiling poor. I used fairly flexible cardboard. I hope they’ll be okay. As I was saying I hadn’t expected to do much, but when I was out there the sun stated to shine, but that’s been happening on and off this last week, the sun appears and just as quickly vanishes and the temperature drops. Still, ever optimistic person hat I am I lathered on the sun-block and headed out. The sun held and hours later I’m the proud surveyor of two beds containing forty five vegetables! Broccoli, cauliflower and cabbage. I felt that I was losing space the more I worked, but today I’m content. I have dozens upon dozens of peas and beans down, some sowed later so they’ll take time to appear. I even have the first four harlequin squash transplanted out. So, for this post let’s take the easy way: A picture here and here and and unrelated story, not all unrelated, but at least not in any order.

 photo WP_20170428_021_e_zpskk0ctetg.jpgI thought you were dead! I say that a lot in my garden.

I have a fun story. I’m often amazed at how enduring plants can be, you expect it with weeds, but I was looking at the red onions and thought I spied some more garter weed, some potatoes too, once planed never alone it seems, the pulling of which seems to be slowing it, but instead of a weed there were two onions starting, almost three months later. I couldn’t believe these little shoots, neatly in a row, that’s how I knew they were onions, had taken this long to grow and hadn’t just rotted. It’s necessary to be patient when growing.

 photo WP_20170428_019_e_zpsalkzhxys.jpgMy ginger isn’t doing so good, but I’ll plan a tomato in the pot later.

 photo WP_20170428_012_e_zpsjzwsczh2.jpgLettuce seems to grow best shoved in a small pot.

I still have to plant my Brussels Sprouts and Purple Broccoli, which takes at least a year to grow!, into pots. If I get a decent weekend I’ll make a start on that and on filling more squash pots. I am thinking of maybe, just maybe, going for more than ten squash plants. I haven’t decided fully yet. The one litre pots were perfect for starting squash seeds in, the roots were just starting to wind back on themselves. One root was as thick as a shoelace and had dozens of tiny roots running along it. There’s also a smell unique to squash, I don’t know if it deters insects or something. I must look it up.

 photo WP_20170428_011_e_zpswjsj4eyx.jpgAll the tire bulbs are starting. I’m very excited for the Persian Daffodil in the centre.

 photo WP_20170428_018_e_zpszagfwwji.jpgSpinach looks so strange. I had to marvel at the odd looking seedling.

Just in case someone out there wants to try it out I shall tell you of the tumbler beetroot project, Aka Yellow Wonder Under Cover! The one I uncovered a few day ago is standing upright and starting to put out more leaves. The ones I rudely pulled and moved aren’t doing so well. I think I’ll let the others get bigger and then move some when I separate all but the centre one. It looks to be a success. I might try it with carrots next.

 photo WP_20170428_014_e_zps47rgts80.jpgHarlequin F1. The best squash ever grown anywhere.

I love the discount store. I bought so much feed and you can really see the effects. Everything is flourishing and growing wonderfully. It takes more than feed, but under-feeding will show. Funnily my local supermarket stocks the same feed at double the price! I think I’ll stick to the discount store. There’s so much here that I end up going through liquid feed by the case. I have the granulated feed in with the vegetables and squash. Still need to get more. It’s costly, but worth it and much better than some of the things you could spend money on.

 photo WP_20170428_015_e_zpsnqclrh6r.jpgThe cornfowers are getting big.

 photo WP_20170428_017_e_zpso0caiwvf.jpgParsley is starting to, it’ll make pesto until the basil appears.

 photo WP_20170427_007_e_zpsbp3vakpn.jpgThese were being thrown away. It took ten layers of stain just to get them to look like this.

 photo WP_20170428_001_e_zpsoiuskb05.jpgLooks nice though. You can get lucky and get a lot of things free, especially if you’re willing to fix them up.

I have one regret I need to rectify this year: I never took a runner from the cascading strawberry plan when I had the chance. I assumed I had all year and discarded the only runner it sent out. The odd weather meant I had plenty of berries, but no babies. I have to wait until the berries start so I can identify the plant, and I will mark it or the future too, and the I keep an eye out for the runners.

 photo WP_20170428_013_e_zpsoyyehyfh.jpgI still think of this as salad corner. The horseradish can’t be touched until next Autumn.

It’s honestly amazing what you can grow in such a small space. Without the rampant weeds and random bushes overrunning the garden, a few carefully placed pots and planters and planned out beds and you can grow so much. I’ll have so much I might struggle to get it all into my freezer. I do like having enough as there will probably be loses, I’m taking precautions, but you never know. Mother nature can be fickle. Still, it’s very rewarding to step out and spend so long checking each section and seeing all that there is in every space. Every year this place will improve. Compost will enrich the soil, the flowers will multiply and I’ll probably be forever fiddling with new ideas. The experience I’ve gained is the greatest reward in all this. I know so much more than I used to and that’s enabling me to push the limits of my garden.

 photo WP_20170428_010_e_zpsyxuoz8mk.jpgSee this looks so neat and tidy and that’s a problem.

 photo WP_20170428_009_e_zpsrv23wcb3.jpgWhy? Because this looks drunk! If it keeps the butterflies out I’m good.

I never ask questions, do I dear reader? I should engage with my readers, but I’m not naturally inquisitive about other people. But, let’s try it! Er, are any of my dear readers doing any gardening? Is there anything you’d like to share? Oh, great, now I sound like a counsellor. You’re good people dear reader.

 photo WP_20170428_007_e_zpsgqqubtux.jpgHello, onions! I’ll put a few pots around the bed eventually.

 photo WP_20170428_008_e_zpswuvtdnyt.jpgGetting there.

I do often remark that there are these bursts of activity that can overwhelm you, but then when you’ve carefully separated, covered, watered and planted out just have to hang around and wait. I’m actually really pleased with all that going on this year. I’m not the most confident person and I do have to try to remember that it’s not bragging to take pleasure in the fruits of my labour. It’s why I enjoy sharing these photos on the blog with anyone will to look. See you soon dear reader.

It Came from the Garden

 photo WP_20170425_007_e_zpshu02hxvu.jpgWild Summer Flowers in a globe.

So, dear reader of mine, I often see comments in the vein of: There needs to be more garden posts, please give us more. All the time I read these…What? You’re looking at me in askance, do you suspect Jack of fibbing, of bare-faced subterfuge!? Okay, you caught me. Though I don’t see any complaints either so I think all things are in balance. The one beauty of these posts is that the recipes might lag, but the garden fills in the gap. The only challenge is making it interesting, or at least trying to. That and those titles, I have nightmares about uncreative titles, dear reader. I see you’re admiring my globe, a bit of whimsy. It was originally part of a grave decoration and no, I did not rob a grave, I haven’t sunk that low…yet. Though the desire for new flower planters runs deep, six feet deep. I joke, I guess you could say that gallows humour is a great undertaking. I think the globe covered a statue, but it was thrown in the trash area, gently I suppose, flip it upside down, rest it on part of a broken bird feeder, a little soil and seeds and viola! As they’re wild seeds I hope they might not need deep roots. Fill the globe too much and it spoils the effect, flip it upside-down and it might smother the plant.

 photo WP_20170424_004_e_zpsipbqttu6.jpgPink anemones have started to pop up.

 photo WP_20170425_002_e_zpssweqfarm.jpgNetting to protect from butterflies…and hailstones.

 photo WP_20170425_001_e_zpsveofnmmv.jpgThe next area is getting ready.

Today’s weather was reminiscent of rapid channel-changing, that, streaming-generation readers, was a thing we did before streaming (And ad-blockers). You see there were these things called adverts and they were the bane of couch-potatoes everywhere. First came hail, then high heat, then snow, more heat, hail, heat, cold and on, and on. Thankfully the netting protected the newly standing cabbages. It also meant that any work was piecemeal as I had to dash in when the stones became too heavy or the wind too wild. Though listening to the rat-tat in the safety of the greenhouse was fun. I’m still amazed by the difference in the soil amended by compost. It’s so dark and rich and easy to work with. The composting might be a pain at times, but it takes the sting away from preparing so much vegetables in the week. One domino knocks another, the broccoli stems I’m discarding today will feed next year’s broccoli. Which is what’s going down next, along with the Brussels Sprouts. I’ve  resurrected my hosepipe bamboo cloche rings, this time I use them right!

 photo WP_20170425_003_e_zpsfrg3ks0p.jpgJust after this photo was taken I noticed the last flower seeds had started and removed the  plastic.

The seeds in Naru’s garden are Carnations, Royal Mallow, Sweet William and Straw Flowers . While the centre are English Geraniums. I do think that in some ways Naru helped pushed me towards gardening, I think without her beside me all he time, as it often felt and was, I might have found it too lonely a hobby before I became hooked. Nothing funny in this paragraph, take it easy on Jack, dear reader, his heart is broken. But I am glad the promise I made was kept. She loved the garden loved to smell every newly blooming flower, always gently mind, and I see no better place to mark her life than a miniature garden of her own.

 photo WP_20170424_003_e_zpsosl57bg0.jpgNarcisus Poeticus, which might be the first ever daffodil.

For a small flower it has a mighty strong smell. I had no idea what they would look like when they bloomed, I wanted to keep it a surprise. I seem to have chosen my bulbs well as they keep appearing when others have died back. I also uncovered some beetroot, the bottom two are some seedlings that needed to be thinned, but still had roots. They’ll mostly likely die, but you never know. The top one is now uncovered and I keep an eye on its progress. The tumblers have worked well so far, it’s now time to see how this beetroot fares uncovered. The roots are a lovely shade of yellow already. Fun times. See you again soon, dear reader.

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Japanese Delinquent Gardening

 photo WP_20170421_020_e_zpsknf6xk7r.jpgLook there, I type whilst gesturing at the screen. Purple potatoes starting.

Apparently I’ve adopted what’s known as yanki zuwari in my gardening. You can safely Google that, let me just double ch…yeah you’re fine. I can’t kneel, JACK KNEES TO NO-ONE! JACK IS KING OF….ahem, yeah, I’ll actually just fall over if I do. Balance issues when you’re my height are pretty common. So, squatting saves my back, the plants I’d inadvertently crush and everyone’s a winner. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Didn’t we just have a gardening post? Isn’t Jack wonderful? One out of two isn’t bad. A lot can change in a day. I’ve been experimenting with sous-vide cooking, successfully thankfully, but as far as recipes go it’s just me slow cooking meat for twelve hours. Fork tender beef is great, as is the gravy you can make with the juices. I’m trying a new version of curry recipe tomorrow, making it a vegan pour over. If it works then that’d be nice, if not I’ll know how sous-vided chicken tastes. The recipe is vegan, I’m not, but I do my homework when catering to other diets, so it should be fine. If you do find mistakes then speak up, dear reader, nothing more bothersome than an incorrectly marked recipe.

 photo WP_20170421_018_e_zps4u9tfoby.jpgWow, the bamboo I planted is really grow…I’m joking. Get back here! Stop planting those sticks.

Can you grow bamboo here, no! I have enough…I mean it. As you can see I have been busy, I’ve planted out my cabbages and some cauliflower that I hadn’t realised I’d hardened-off. I misread it as cabbage, no problem. I did end up with a larger variety due to a mistake in the order, but it’s fine by me. Albino broccoli is albino broccoli, right? The cabbage had to be a certain type and size, a small head, tightly packed. Can I be an obnoxious bore, or teacher if you’d rather? Be careful when purchasing seeds online, check the varieties in Google. The photos and descriptions don’t always match up and you can end up with plants that aren’t suitable due to size, weather requirements. Get a few articles together and compare between them.

 photo WP_20170421_019_e_zpskzzt4wvb.jpgBerry bushes are really flying it. I got some cheap pellet fertilizer so they’ve finally been fed. Weeds are doing wonderfully too…

Now that I have one year under my belt…What belt? The one I’ll smack you with for interrupting me! I know a bit more about planting out. Luck is still a factor and supposedly we’ll be getting a cold spell, to match the imagined warm weather we were promised this week I suppose. I have prepared though. I have fleece netting to protect the seedlings if needs be, but since they’ve been hardened-off well they should be okay. I have slug pellets scattered all around, but not around the plants, I want to draw them away and them let them die away from my seedlings. It’s worked well so far. Though complacency will cost you. Jack is vigilant. I also added sugar water to the seedlings to help with transplant/root shock and each has a cabbage, or brassica, collar to protect against root fly. I need more and might have to make my own. Another point to Google.

 photo WP_20170421_022_e_zpsln7k23jn.jpgPotatoes are really huge, though I like when they don’t pop up in surprising places.

I will sort out some cloche rings (Birthday present), and some rough bamboo ones too, but they’ll come later, I want the plants established a bit before I cover them. It’d be too easy to have them eaten and not even notice when they’re covered with netting. It’s butterflies you have to watch for. They lay eggs and just forget it. I don’t use spray pesticides so I have to cover, cover and cover. I’ll take it day by day and make changes as needed. When I had them growing last year some of them bolted and I was just about lucky enough to have replacements. So this year I’ll keep a few of the seedlings, I have so many!, and pass around the rest. I have the other section to plant yet. I think broccoli, more cabbage, the purple broccoli might go into pots as it’s harvested as needed. I also want a few Brussels sprouts, just a few as they’re such slow growers.

 photo WP_20170421_021_e_zpswcrhz8qz.jpgAsparagus. Did I make the tee-pee tee-hee joke?! No? Oh…

The all tee-pee is for runner beans, whilst, yes, I could use while, but I like whilst, just get o’er it, the smaller one is a split between more pea onward and sugar snaps. Whereas the tee-hee is for school girls of all ages. Phew, I almost missed a chance to make a stupid pun. A lot of this is going to have to be adjusted as I go, today I might think one way and another I’ll have to think again. It’s going well, worrying about imagined failures isn’t going to help me any so I’ll try to keep those bugbears away. I had a nice surprise today in the greenhouse. Another table king squash has started. I might yet see the full quota of five. Yeah, I’m aware that that isn’t that exciting, I just love squash. More than you, dear reader? Why, how could you ask that? Of course more than you.

 photo WP_20170421_016_e_zpsdkrtenqb.jpgThese are hyacinth, right? Mystery bulbs until the last, eh?

I think I might see the rose garden in full bloom this year. The bareroot transplants are doing really well and they all seem healthy. It’ll be a few years before the whole lot really comes into its own, but compared to the wild and weedy mess it once was it’s really great. I can’t wait for the rose-like ranunculus to bloom. I’ll be patient, but the first bloom of a flower is really special. A reward for the work put in. I seem to have all my smaller Summer bulbs starting, you can see some oxalis deppei if I’m right, starting above. They’re in the tires, on the walls and in a few pots. They sold out quick, but I snagged all I needed for a flowery Summer.

 photo WP_20170421_005_e_zpsntfphuss.jpgRose buds, rose hips?, are starting to appear.

I think for the next few days there’ll be a flurry of activity followed by more waiting and watching. I’ll enjoy it for now. I’m setting up the vegetable area for future use. There are a few weed fabric paths being added to help with weeding and not dragging soil everywhere. I think it’s the best use of he space there, I often say that if I grew one hundred cabbages I’d wish for a hundred and one. I grow what grows and I’ll be content with that. Until next time, dear reader.

 photo WP_20170421_017_e_zpsotw5vlap.jpgA early starting Dahila. The first I’ve seen at least.

Studied Stupidity

 photo WP_20170420_010_e_zps3rl5mpg6.jpgIs this even real or Is this just an elaborate prank on Jack?

What? You think that yours truly, Jack the ever audacious, is faking?! You think I do know what I’m doing and have been learning. How…how…did you know? Okay, yeah I think I do know more than I did last year, a lot more if I’m honest, but to temper that, and to keep me humble, there’s still so much I have no idea about. Gardening is complex and involved. But anyone can get in and learn, look at me, I’m actually doing it. Sure, it often feels like falling down a waterfall in a bottomless bucket, but occasionally the cataract slows and the bucket steadies and this metaphor has gotten away from me. What? No, I’m not implying anything about your eyes! Don’t make you hit you with a thesaurus, again, dear reader.

 photo WP_20170420_011_e_zpse8ja5k2q.jpgThe Shirley seem to deepen in colour as they age.

Now, I have spoken before on my compost bins, rather too frequently for a recipe blog, but that’s life, sometimes you’ve got to talk compost. Beats all that bull…Woah! Family-friendly blog! Anyway, I added a whole wheelbarrow’s worth to my vegetable patch a few months ago and covered it, last I dug it it was soft, rich looking, still a bit rough. I’ve dug it again in preparation for the Cabbages and Brussels Sprouts and I tell you, no word of a lie, that it was like sinking a warm knife into butter. Put that knife down, dear reader, you’ll listen to compost talk because I’m a deft hand at swinging shovels and digging holes. Hmmm? Threatening to murder my readership? Where did you get that idea? Must be those cataracts. Anyway, the soil was so wonderfully workable, whenever I found a weed I could shake off all the soil and get to the root and get rid. It’s been turned and forked, scattered over it is fertilizer and tomorrow I rake it and then plant. There has been a lot of learning and working to get here, but it’s wonderful to look at he fruit of my labours and even better to be able to share them with a captive audience. Don’t pull at that chain so, it rattles me.

 photo WP_20170420_003_e_zpsawzh4aw7.jpgDeeply hued and rich. Unlike Jack who is pasty and poor.

 photo WP_20170420_004_e_zpsdcvowm8w.jpgThese had a growth spurt while hardening-off. You have to time it as best you can.

I think now that I’m marking the beds and the pathways it’ll be best to line the paths with weed-proof fabric. The beds are the best use of he space as far as I can see. There will be a second teepee once I get even more bamboo poles. I have no idea where all I had last year went to, I think they’ve been shrinking as I seem to have all but the required size. If you were a true friend, dear reader, you’d have dashed over when I found myself in need. No, no. It’s too late now, but as the saying goes: What’s some bamboo between friends? That’s not a saying? You sure? Well, I suppose I’ll take you word for it. It’s all I’ll get from you anyway…no, I’m not bitter. Just bamboo-less.

 photo WP_20170420_005_e_zps5yohqljq.jpgNext in are some harlequin squash, purple and green broccoli.

 photo WP_20170420_007_e_zpsktytvvu7.jpgThe purple heart ranunculus started! I’m very excited about these.

There’ll be work all over the Summer, weeding, feeding, screaming obscenities at stunted plants. The usual. I feel that I know more this year and know when to worry and when it’s not worth worrying. I hope everything will go well, dear reader. In truth I felt that there was a presence missing, there’s an emptiness in the garden without Naru, I’ll just have to fill it with new life. I’m glad I took a chance on few seeds a few years ago, they’ve grown into something amazing. They even turned me into a gardener. Funny how life changes. Fear not, Jack might be a little more informed, but he’ll ever and always be the most humble, incredible, outstanding…hey! Get back here!

And Then There Were Plants

 photo WP_20170418_009_e_zpsjsnor2ft.jpgThese cathartic haiku
Observing verdant growth
Let stress float away

 photo WP_20170418_006_e_zpsjnicrewe.jpgElegant tulip
All dressed in midnight hues
Who do you mourn for?

 photo WP_20170418_008_e_zpsxoyjwhxt.jpgCor blimey, look here
Stone the crows, black inside and out
Lovely! God bless my soul!

 photo WP_20170418_001_e_zpszpqdvbpe.jpgAll is balanced
Never too serious, reader
Life is too short, smile

 photo WP_20170418_002_e_zpszbl5ny9u.jpgThese rescued flowers
Have found new life in my garden
Nothing better than free

 photo WP_20170418_003_e_zps1ynja9hg.jpgI hope for flowers
China Asters covered
Or, perhaps, just weeds

 photo WP_20170418_010_e_zpseokqqqqn.jpgLupins and lilies
Onions and more garter weed
Not for long, damn weed

 photo WP_20170418_011_e_zpsbu67y7x5.jpgOne pink anemone
I forgot to photograph
Take my word for it, please

 photo WP_20170418_012_e_zpskln1lntn.jpgHyacinth fade away
You’ve joined the crocus in rest
Tulip, stay a while

 photo WP_20170418_013_e_zpssjtoswwl.jpgGladioli gladly grew
Nerine just starting to show
Anemone wasn’t dead

 photo WP_20170418_014_e_zpsgowv59p8.jpgSummer and Spring part
A place for Autumn in there too
Winter as well

 photo WP_20170418_015_e_zpsrgcvvnvy.jpgPromised garden
Begins slowly to take its shape
Flowers for my best friend

 photo WP_20170418_017_e_zps5trqz8ou.jpgThe table king is late
The harlequin are running wild
Nine fools and one king

 photo WP_20170418_016_e_zpsyzuta4mr.jpgNothing as it seems
A Strawberry no berry at all
Science is confusing

 photo WP_20170418_019_e_zps7wnxwhmy.jpgArtichoke growing
Exotic immature thistle
How do they taste

 photo WP_20170418_020_e_zps3eyjmci7.jpgA tumbler beetroot
It actually worked, well then
Jack smug for a while

 photo WP_20170418_022_e_zpsxziwwsqe.jpgCabbage, Brussels sprouts
Getting ready for planting out
Brassica aplenty

 photo WP_20170418_021_e_zpsr8rcbgbn.jpgImprove the soil each year
Rotate the crops, smother those weeds
Enjoy every step

A Windfall of Dahlias

 photo WP_20170408_011_e_zpsgqajzlm9.jpgCongratulations! It’s twins.

Dry those tears, Jack is here. You weren’t crying? How callous. Today was an exciting day, things just came together perfectly. The sun was shining in all its splendour, with a pleasant breeze, the appearance of a two headed tulip probably heralds the coming of the chosen one, no, not me, I’m just gardener class. A kind soul had supplied me with a blackberry bush, which I was re-potting, when I heard of dahlias being uprooted. What arrived wasn’t quite what I had expected. Let’s tell this in pictures, shall we?

 photo WP_20170408_008_e_zps43m8so3r.jpgNo, those aren’t turnips. They really old dahlias.

 photo WP_20170408_009_e_zpsdfq8ffaj.jpgI needed the wheelbarrow as it was absurdly heavy. These are two different photos, there are really that many.

Now, being the quick thinker I am, I immediately started to think of where to put them. These would do in pots, they needed soil. But where? The garden is full. A new section would cause troubles. You know what this narrative needs? A murder!

 photo WP_20170408_004_e_zpswumbb9a8.jpgAh-ha! You! Annoying out-of-place bush…thingy!

 photo WP_20170408_010_e_zpsybmzsls8.jpgThe grave was dug after the bush was excavated.

Thus ends…what? Oh, the bush? It was planted in someone else’s garden. Not that they were told about it. You think I’m joking, right? Nope. I never really liked the bush, it just didn’t mesh with the surrounding plants. So instead I removed the matting and dug a trench for the dahlias. The day-lias or the dah-lias is your choice. The bush hadn’t very many roots funnily, that’s not often the case, but pleasantly surprising. So the soil was loose and rich and almost completely weed-free. Now it’s filled with flowers and looks like this:

 photo WP_20170408_018_e_zpsrhf82mnw.jpgIt’ll be beautiful later.

The day was just right for gardening and I was itching to get started with something. I enjoy these posts as they encourage me to take more photos and give me a little piece of gardening later in the day. I do have a recipe post for tomorrow and yes, dull I know, it’s the triple seed…boil? Can I use boil like we use bake in naming recipes? No? Oh. Well, you’re getting an amaranth, Buckwheat and Quinoa combo. Probably with a nut butter option. My buckwheat is almost out of date so this might be the last groat recipe. So, gardening. Right…

 photo WP_20170408_031_e_zps8xohkrzt.jpgShamrock can flower if it gets enough nutrients. I only learn it and then it flowered.

I wish I had some really sage, heh, advice to share with you all. I’m drawing a blank. Oh! If you do decide to dig your garden the best way to save your back and avoid wasting your time is to just dig down the length of the spade and turn the soil over. I just skim the top if it’s very rough, slowly working down. The ground can be compressed and trying to shove all that soil out of the way can be tiring and a waste of effort. Slow and steady saves you and your time. I haven’t had any back troubles since I started taking my time instead of trying to rush it. A good solid shovel helps too, you can get a light or heavy one depending on your preference. I like a heavy shovel, but that’s just me.

 photo WP_20170408_025_e_zpsccqhntup.jpgThese were moved so much I assumed they’d die. They had other ideas.

The gloves are on because I have troubles with my lower finger joints. Top are fine, but any cold and the lower becoming agonisingly stiff. They’re filthy because they’re in constant use. There’s always something in frame, isn’t there. A bit of plastic, a watering can, whatever. The garden is constantly changing, plants are popping up and popping off. I’m on al sides tending, musing and worrying. That’s my job.

 photo WP_20170408_028_e_zpsatcuaxre.jpgThe Allium Pastel Mixed (Like I knew that and didn’t just look it up) Are finally emerging.

 photo WP_20170408_026_e_zpsgwlzowc8.jpgPotatoes have got their final top up. The staked one is my blackberry bush.

 photo WP_20170408_030_e_zpsqxb0z2yg.jpgHello peas! Pea Onward is progressing quickly. Sugarsnaps are slower, but determined.

Ah. Yes. You can end up spending way too much money on fancy, expensive bulbs, seeds etc. Some are worthwhile, you can get some unusual flowers that would be worth paying more for, but on the other hand you can also pay for the privilege of paying more. Remember that success isn’t guaranteed. Depending where you are you might be able to get cheaper bulbs and seeds. There are stores near me that sell great bulbs cheap, lots of gardening stuff that’s all good. It’s worth looking into, some supermarkets do specials where you can get different plants and flowers weekly. Vegetables too. Saving seeds is a good option too, but be careful with things like potato skins, though they’ll grow they can  transfer diseases to the soil. Seeds collected from organic vegetables should be fine and viable. Worth a try if nothing else. Buy your seeds online if you want to buy rather than save. You can get free postage after the first pack from most eBay sellers.

 photo WP_20170408_029_e_zpsxkpjoetn.jpgThe Shirley Tulips are flourishing in the sudden heat.

 photo WP_20170408_021_e_zpsueddfalb.jpgWhite really stands out.

Water. No, I’m not thirsty. Don’t forget to water your plants. Especially in the heat, you won’t burn them, but you’ll kill them if they dry out and then try to absorb water. The best time is when the heat is high as the water will protect the plants and hold the heat for the colder night-time. If it’s very hot you might have to water your potted plants and vegetables twice or three times a day. Don’t forget your sunscreen either or you’ll need to be taken care of too. I’m responsible, dull, but responsible.

 photo WP_20170408_027_e_zps8nd5ykgf.jpgThe weird flowers are starting. They went down as root sections.

 photo WP_20170408_035_e_zpsvh4epdkj.jpgThe front is getting there too.

Slowly life returns to the garden, dear reader. Sudden burst of activity slowly lapse into waiting and then a flurry of planting. There will be losses, unexpected successes and hopefully more windfalls of free flowers. I hope you’ll stay with me through this year’s journey, maybe share your own experiences too. I shall see you tomorrow with a new recipe. Assuming it doesn’t turn out as mush. Optimistic, aren’t I? Heh. Later.

Natural Nature

Just a little divergence from the norm, dear reader, less of the humorous and more of the thoughtful, if not thought provoking. I was told that gardening makes you philosophical, I’ve often told you that and it remains ever true. Have no fear that if you pick up a spade you’ll start to question morality and whenever the dirt clings to your boots you’ll ponder the infinite mysteries of the universe. It’s more of a simple, yet different view, a lens that slips over your eyes. It’s not to say I understand it all that fully yet, if I ever will, I just let it wash over me. In those quiet times, when the seeds are down, a few starting, another few dying, or in the case of my carrots: Mysteriously disappearing, a feeling pervades, one removed from the common conflagration of concatenations that engulf us everyday without our noticing it. I suppose it’s simple nature, in all its splendour. Undiluted by a reason to be, it simply is, unfettered by a need to prove itself to anyone anything. It gives you a different perspective on your life, makes you question a lot of things you’d never have thought of, let alone question. I don’t have the words to express it and it’s wonderful to be able to admit to that. I’m not afraid of not knowing something, I relish the opportunity to learn and nature is teaching me plenty.

I think this year has really cemented the idea that nature is natural. Try as hard as you can to organise it, to quantify it into simple segments and a weed will pop up in your carefully organised ideas and throw them into disarray. Try to follow exact instructions and you’ll still risk failure. Listen to the earth, dear reader. Look to the skies and see what weather is coming, forget reports, feel the thunder coming on your skin, the cool air signalling rain. It sounds profound, but all it really is is a man in a dirty hoodie looking, really looking and realising the answers are right there in front of him. I’m learning to work with nature. I cut the weeds gently, taking care to protect the plants, I feed the grass even though I care little for it. I even let the little beneficial bugs be on their way. It’s all connected. A part of me, the industrious, impatiently, ignorant part wants success, wants a set formula to rule over all. I think the wind mocks me as it blows through the trees, I’m learning to work with it, to fight it on it’s own terms. The weeds will rise, I will be here to cut them down, but the flowers, the vegetables will also grow and I will be there to nurture them to maturity and to cherish the simple journey. It comes in little bursts, this peaceful feeling, this connection to something greater. It often fades and I forget, then it returns to remind me it never left, I just turned away from it. Who know what I’m talking about really, dear  reader, let’s just look at he photos and imagine how it’ll all fare in the coming year, shall we?

 photo WP_20170403_001_e_zpsy5c7sczw.jpgI thought it was damaged like the other, but it came out just fine.

 photo WP_20170403_002_e_zps9hwrjnhy.jpgThe leaf wrapped around the other, perhaps if I’d torn it off it’d have survived. Maybe not. It’ll come again.

 photo WP_20170404_010_e_zpskmnvhqt6.jpgSquash taught me how to support climbing plants. A simple winding string works wonders.

 photo WP_20170404_004_e_zpsngk996tz.jpgFirst of the fence flowers are up. Nasturtium Gleam.

 photo WP_20170404_009_e_zpsnxkwwu42.jpgI doubted my ability and lost two small canes to the wind. Thankfully they’re already coming back and I’ve protected the rest.

 photo WP_20170404_008_e_zpshzybovqf.jpgIn-spite of the ever popular quote there is indeed a try, it’s mostly try.

 photo WP_20170404_014_e_zpsqxuwt8od.jpgThe first batch of beetroot haven’t started, nor did the old parsnip seeds. So new beetroot seeds are now sowed under cheap plastic tumblers, which are buried slightly to stop them toppling and they’re already gathering heat as you can see.