My garden is my place to be me. I can immerse myself there for hours on end.I can be inventive, creative, even eccentric.I love colour, shape and texture, gardening is about expressing myself in any way I like. My garden gives me permission to be me.
Manorbier Castle grounds
Castle Garden
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Storming Autumn
Autumn has appeared like a very angry child, stomping, wailing and throwing weight around to make its presence felt. One may refer to this as attention seeking, or even behavioural problems. In the garden we have to take the rough with the smooth, shrug our shoulders and hope next year we will have managed to stake the Cosmos and Delphinium to allow them to sit securely in position. The one positive thing for me is the slugs have kept at bay, the slug stations are full when I check them every three to four days. This gives me a sense that I have some control in the garden. The Wedding Bed is looking very colourful, there are even some sweetpeas managing to survive. Rachel would really like to have a few in her bouquet. I am busy every day deadheading and picking, giving me the feeling that there is a bit of Summer in my patch. The vegetables have gone mad, I can barely keep up with the courgettes. I found a marrow lurking under the huge canopy of leaves last week and quickly turned it into Marrow and Ginger Chutney. On a cheery note, I had a lovely email from Charlie Ryrie who grows flowers professionally near Hereford. I am going to meet with her to discuss the wedding flowers, its seems less daunting sharing the growing with someone else. As I write, the sun has just appeared and blue skies are showing, its time to check the aftermath.
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About Me
- nel in the garden
- Pembroke, Pembrokeshire, United Kingdom
- Gardening is my passion. My daughter has asked me to grow some of the flowers for her wedding day. Writing about my gardening helps me to stay focused and encouraged.
I would love to get your recipe for Marrow and Ginger chutney. It seems to be a year for marrows! Dad has loads of them.
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