Friday, 14 April 2017

Life of freedom.
Well I am now oficially retired,I am at the place that always seemed so far away!
No more being exhausted after running up and down the library stairs and shelving heavy tomesNo more waiting to hear about the latest library cut backs..
Now I can spend time pottering about in the garden and trying my hand at growing vegetables in pots. Planting the border with delightful flowers and also have time to do the weeding in a leisurely manner!
I can sit around reading at anytime of the day and not feel guilty!
I can continually drink tea with a dash of honey.
It really is good to be my own boss, and arrange my own time.
Every morning I walk down the garden with that lovely refreshing first cup of lady Grey and check what is coming up or opening.I watch the bees busy in the Pulmonaria buzzing  between flower heads.The birds calling and visiting the feeders The blackbirds and the robin buzz me.

Our small wildlife pond looks ancient but I only made it last year,We want some frogs this year.
The pasque flower is blooming.
Primroses have evaded the slugs!
I recently bought this gorgeous viola,the heads would look great pressed and used  for card making.I have the time now!


This is the first Snakes Head fritillaria that I have ever managed to grow and I have watched it open. There are also some more coming up.They are so fascinating and have a magical  quality.
Some broad beans to remind me of Spring in Almeria!
Here come the Sunflowers.
After over wintering in my small greenhouse the olive is outside and has buds coming.Last year we had olives.They were very small but turned a beautiful mauve.The forecast is
 a hot  summer so perhaps there will be more.

Some of the veggies are growing in pots and the rocks are for project rockery this weekend!
This is a shady spot that is home to my mint collection,morrocan,indian,apple and cologne  mints but also the good old standby used for mint sauce.
This is the newest  denizen of the garden,she is Hebe the goddess of eternal youth and cup bearer of the Gods.She is only temporarily in this position  and will stand on the top of the rockery.
I have been reading two very enjoyable books whilst in the gardening mood,The Writer's Garden by Jackie Bennett and Impressionist Gardens by Clare A.P. Willsdon. Both are full of beautiful photography and painting and give insight to the influence gardens have on the creative mind.

The present news with the gross Trump and the blind Brexiteers  terrible death and destruction of innocents has made me realize the importance of being mindful of the precious and lovely things in my small life I should like to advise Trump to read"Ozymandias" by Shelley!.

Ozymandias (read by Richard Attenborough)

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Wet Sundays can be lovely.

Here I am well wrapped up  and looking for signs of Spring. We had driven through the Roseland,and found a bit of sun at St Mawes so we dropped in to Trellissick on the way home.The river looked great from the King Harry Ferry.
The Winter berries are still so red and glorious and cheering when you have just seen Trump spouting off on TV.

We ended the afternoon at Trellisick House and Gardens. The house was shut but the gardens were beautiful,dripping with cold rain drops.
The river Fal makes its way to the sea.
Posing  by a pillar ha ha!
The wonderful hellebores were blooming,one of my favourite plants.
They are so delicate but come up in the last chilly throes of winter to give us cheer.
The camellias are out and the the bushes are bursting with green buds.
The waxey winter heliotropes at home in the damp foliage.

First snowdrops and a brave little primrose definite signs of Spring.
Sheltering in the rustic summer house.
This is a beautiful sculpture of a seal in the parc.
More snowdrops.
This tree is amazing,textures and gnarls ,very inspiring.

Memorial to the Copeland family who lived here,the property is now National Trust.
Well found our signs of spring and felt refreshed by our trip.We really needed to get away from the ghastly news coming from our country and the USA. Rumblings of facism everwhere . Nature is the only true solace although a good red wine comes in a close second.
We left the shy denizens of the park to their doings.
Secrets!!