ruminate vb. to chew (the cud)
Since my host post has to go out bright and early on a Saturday morning, it usually gets written on Friday. This time it's Thursday, tomorrow sees me at the Cornwall Garden Society Show in the afternoon, followed by a talk to St Breward garden club in the evening. With a weather warning for gales…
The upward curve continues, I have sown my first veg seeds and things are shooting out all over the place. The things I put into a six a week or two back with one half open flower are now in full flow. I have options. Six things happening on a drizzly Saturday, no worries. One.I'm…
Throughout the winter I have struggled to find six things going on in the garden and have toyed with different angles, six gardening books, six tools, six views from a window, six types of rain. Now that the days are lengthening and things are waking up and starting to do their thing, I'm thinking of…
Seeking inspiration, I looked back at what I'd posted as sixes in Januaries past. No help there. Walking round the garden didn't help much either. It's cold and wet and dull. Next door have a mini digger in and are starting to do something, so we have a grandstand seat to watch and tut. Anyhow,…
Six things in the garden is it? You're 'avin' a laugh guv. Rain, x 6. I usually take the pictures for my sixes on Friday, not a chance yesterday, solid rain from dawn 'til dusk, plus a few hours on either side. Today is very different, the sun is shining, the sky is blue. I…
At the end of a week of gardening where I barely engaged with plants at all, I'm going to do six plants. I just looked back to last week's six and I'd barely started on my fence. Somehow I've pressed on through rain and shine and it's now finished. I've tidied up and turned my…
This sort of weather makes it hard to get enthusiastic about anything, let alone gardening. I wanted to crack on with my fence this week but it's a mud bath out there so progress has been slow. There has been some though. I also sowed seed of a couple of things. Four more and I…
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like…
And so it goes on. Applause broke out at 8pm on Thursday so I opened the window and joined it, then someone went for a bottle of wine and before long there were all our neighbours out with chairs and bottles, all keeping a sensible distance from each other but socialising in a totally unprecedented…
There's definitely a sense that things are starting to green up in the garden, though only just managing to outpace the slugs. I went out with a torch one evening in the week, it's a bit dispiriting to see so many. Chionodoxa have lost almost every bud before they opened and Polygonatum were getting mauled.…
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