ruminate vb. to chew (the cud)
It's been a dreary old week where very little gardening has been done. I did manage to get up to Mt Edgcumbe and Antony House on Thursday, trying to identify a recalcitrant Camellia or two, with limited success. At least I was outdoors and away from the house, which feels the more liberating for being…
We popped out to a garden centre and a nursery yesterday just for a mooch around. Came away with a tree stake and one Cyclamen between them. Neither seemed to have much stock. Since both produce a lot of their own plants I thought the end of the growing season would be a good time…
Around this time last year I did a post on Begonias. It was getting to the end of a growing season during which I'd been experimenting further with planting out some supposedly hardy begonias as well as some that I knew would need lifting again before the winter. I have repeated and extended my experimentation…
Where do the weeks go, it's scary how little time seems to have lapsed since last week. I'm in full on project mode in the garden, sorting out the glasshouse that I used to call my propagation house. It's still essentially a sideshow to moving the tunnel but it needs doing so I have somewhere…
Summer holiday season in Cornwall is always manic and I tend to hunker down and steer well clear of the busy bits. Sue was down in Looe during the week and said it was heaving. If you know where to go you can avoid the crowds completely. It's a safe bet that you could sit…
I seem to be accumulating drafts of blogs that never make it to being published. Nothing like a deadline to concentrate the mind. The weather is very much in blog finishing mode, endless drizzle. It always amazes me how much drizzle it takes to fill my water tanks; everything seems to be soaking wet but…
On thursday I was sowing cyclamen seeds, then yesterday I planted up some of the bare space in the front garden. It felt way too early to be sowing seeds and way too late to be planting. I have Cyclamen and Japanese anemones flowering. It seems like the chronological signposts have been removed. At least…
Keeping a garden interesting gets more difficult as autumn slips into winter. The climate here is not warm enough to have nearly as wide a choice of material for winter display as for summer, nor is it cold enough to force me to shut up shop altogether. I have a choice, I can give up…
Just after I'd posted last Saturday's six, I loaded up the car with crocheted cacti and assorted other crafteries and took Sue down to Lanreath Church where she was partaking in a craft fair. With about four hours at my disposal before I had to collect her, I went across to Lockengate to visit one…
As the seasonal sine wave heads downwards I find myself taking pleasure out of ever smaller things in the garden. It doesn't seem forced, just natural. A smattering of flowers on the Daphne, a few late patches of blue from the Corydalis, the first bud opening on a camellia. The few things that are still…
