Spent a few hours in the garden today. Gardening makes me feel connected to life.
My mother says flowers (or 'flahrs' as she calls them) are better than shrubs. .
I like the flowery foreground of our bank - still to decide what to plant in the background.
In autumn I decided it was time to tackle the ground left after we took down the rickety old rabbit hutch.
(We'd been thinking of using the old run for chooks but decided against it).
What we were left with was some spare ground ... perhaps we could use it for a vege. garden?
The small space just below the glasshouse is perfect for a small garden. For a start, that's where the rhubarb plant will be shifted to (it wasn't doing so well where it was).
The blocks of concrete I un-earthed have made perfect stepping stones ...
These are photos taken when I did the work in autumn. You can see the grape vine going for broke in the glasshouse.
All cleared. Still not sure about whether to use the lower space for a vege. patch. Not sure I want to invest the time needed. We have a Farmers Market in Dunedin on Saturday mornings where we can buy fresh, locally grown and organically produced food.
Autumn photo, the small garden plot dug over and ready. (Yet to lay compost).
This is where I will re-house the rhubarb plant. But what else can I put here?
Problem solved when we are given strawberry plants by some kind friends.
Rhubarb in the foreground, strawberry plants farther back. The climber is in place for beans or maybe tomatoes.
I read once that strawberry plants like pine-needle compost. Perfect. After we had a large cypress cut down two years ago, two piles of pine-needle compost have been languishing. (A hedgehog used one of the piles for a hibernation hidey-hole the first winter, but no sign of it this spring).
This is what I was faced with in autumn of this year.
After a tidy-up, a slight improvement this spring. Still work to do with plans for a garden seat and removal of the old timber and netting to the left of the photo.
Looking the other way, down towards the house. Remains of the pine-needle compost in left foreground.
I spent time today cutting down wattle from the neighbours to the right that had barged over the fence into our area. It's got a lovely perfume and pretty yellow flowers, but is very invasive and needed to be cut back.
A garden is a never-ending project but a perfect excuse to get my hands into the earth, to smell leaf mould, moss and clay. To connect with nature. To remain ... well ... grounded.