As Long As You Have A Garden

Monday, 19 January 2015

It's Time To...

It's time I started to show you some photographs of our trip to England. In my opinion if you are going to England in June most of it should be spent in a garden. I'll admit not every one would agree, even people in my own family. They, poor dears, have to put up with my occasional embarrassing behaviour. Note the picture below where I'm doing my best to get my head into the centre of that rose bush.



I was in the garden of John and Brenda Foster at Gable House in the charming village of Redisham, Suffolk.















I dream of having my fruits and veggies surrounded by netting like this

here you can see the espaliered fruit trees opposite the kitchen garden
This is all on a one acre garden. The use of space was brilliantly executed. It was roughly divided into four zones: kitchen garden and fruit trees; lawn with rock garden, small pond and borders; working area with greenhouses, cold frames and starter garden; side and front with pathways leading through numerous bushes, roses and trees with perennials planted loosely throughout. Gable House is only open twice a year so I was very lucky to be there at the right time. The open days are part of the National Gardens Scheme. Here is their description:


The June open day [at Gable House]brings colour and variety from shrub roses, perennials and interesting trees and shrubs. Greenhouses contain rare bulbs and tender plants. Many unusual trees and shrubs

Next  week our visit to Hidecote.


Sunday, 11 January 2015

In A Tizz

I should know better than to be specific about a return date from the prairies in winter. A winter storm at one end and fog the other seriously compromised our travelling ability. I don't do well with interminable waiting.

On the plus side I met a lovely Dutch person in Lounge A19. A woman who exuded warmth and practical kindness.

First day home I was a zombie, staring blankly at the Christmas decorations and wondering when I would have the strength to take them down. Not yet as it turns out.

The very next day

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Twelfth Night

I've opened my stocking, walked on the beach, had a nice supper, a glass of wine and packed my suitcase full of gifts and party clothes. I'm off to visit family and attend a wedding in the beautiful mountain town of Canmore, Alberta.  I'll be back for Twelfth Night.

Adoration of the Magi by
Bartolomé Esteban Murillo

May  PEACE, LOVE, HOPE and JOY bless your lives this season and beyond.

Monday, 15 December 2014

A Gift From The Sea


You may have heard about the torrential rain and high winds we've experienced on the coast. Our meadow was covered in water and the highway was awash but we suffered no serious disruption to our lives. Once the system passed we decided to see if  any seaweed had been tossed up on the beach. Not only did we find seaweed but the most beautiful leaf mulch washed from the hills. It was already well broken down, a rich, aromatic mixture of organic materials. It had piled up in drifts on the land side of large logs which line the beach. It hadn't picked up a lot of sand or grit and was relatively dry from the few hours of sunshine we had post storm.



We took five buckets, one of seaweed and four of the mulch. Seaweed is superlative for adding minerals to the soil. I don't like to take too much although currently it is not over harvested. I won't be harvesting any from Christmas onward as kelp is the repository for herring eggs and an important element in the marine food chain.


Tomorrow it will be spread on the garden as part of my soil building programme.