Old photos, but ones that make me want to get out in the garden and do something.
These are spring shots of the garden, so bright and colourfilled, full of flowers and promise.
If only you could see it now.
Won't show you though, because it is so neglected, soggy and sorry looking. Haven't even pruned yet. It all looks truly dreadful, and with renovations planned for next year, it is hard to get enthused about it. My overall design for the garden is going to have to change to accommodate the proposed building work, and I'm at a bit of a loss as to how best to achieve this. Things will have to be dug up and moved, and my lovely old lemon tree will have to go. All a bit overwhelming really.
Building plans aside, I've gone from being a person who read plant catalogues at bedtime, to someone who can barely be bothered weeding. Plant wish lists and expeditions to far flung nurseries have become a thing of the past. Somehow six months have passed without me planting anything new - no bulbs, seedlings, shrubs or trees, but the bones of the garden are good, hedges are growing well, and bulbs are popping up. With the dog gone, no more plants are being dug up, lain on or chewed.
I know I will get my gardening mojo back, a sunny day or two may just do the trick.
Building plans aside, I've gone from being a person who read plant catalogues at bedtime, to someone who can barely be bothered weeding. Plant wish lists and expeditions to far flung nurseries have become a thing of the past. Somehow six months have passed without me planting anything new - no bulbs, seedlings, shrubs or trees, but the bones of the garden are good, hedges are growing well, and bulbs are popping up. With the dog gone, no more plants are being dug up, lain on or chewed.
I know I will get my gardening mojo back, a sunny day or two may just do the trick.
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