Our garden is in that dip, when the flowers and lush green of autumn winter and spring’s bulbs – are lying down in summer tans. Crumpled leaves are ready to be chopped and mulched for the next season’s flowers.
The March lilies are a distant memory in November. The watsonias are leaving. Christina in her Hesperides Garden, shares my mediterranean climate, but hers is on a dry Italian hill. Her summer was hot and dry, unusually hard on her plants. Summer dormancy. Hotter still. Scorching August.
Feeling gloomy I took the camera for a walk, and was surprised by buds on Agapanthus and Dais heading for Christmas. I share Irish Carrie at Grow our Own’s delight in a sprouting bean.
We had 3 unusual days of fierce Southeaster. The plants were appalled and shrizzled up. Then this gardener was felled by a bad cold, and lost a few days. Once I got back to watering the roses, I see although petals have fallen, Perfume Passion and Chaim Soutine have fat buds in waiting.
At the kinder cooler ends of the day, I will cut back the tanned leaves on the once were bulbs. My humungous white daisy bush is resting with a migraine – will be severely cut back, leaving the few fresh flowers, and tucked away to recover.
Life is what happens was written in a short window between the wind, and the down with a cold. Sent out there, as my affirmation that – it is the right thing to do, the right time to do it. I’m enfolded by your comments from distant places. As dedicated garden bloggers, you read between the lines, feel the unease and share some of the anguish.
Some of the ideas that were discarded for this house can revive. Earthcote paints – environment friendly, with textures that invite touching, and mellow colours (Farrow and Ball style) with a South African twist. They even offer migraine-friendly exterior paint to reduce glare. Choosing fresh colours will put some of the sparkle back in my life.
Dust we are and to dust we shall return. And in between we make a garden – Anonymous was a woman.
Now I will wage a gentle war on the garden. Opening wide the paths, and the view of the mountain. Chopping and laying thick mulch, for the roots and the creatures. Filling in where necessary with cuttings from March. Harvesting my collected bulbs from the garden to pots for travelling. Striking cuttings. Honing and refining this garden to what I saw in my mind’s eye.
We have seen a house with a hand-painted mural, a whole field of blooming cosmos in mauves and pinks, in the en suite bathroom, and the attached bedroom is painted in pillarbox red and stop the traffic yellow. How could they?! The guest room carpeted in sparkly synthetic cherry red, as if they’d just slaughtered a pig. I’m taken back to Jen@Muddy Boot Dreams’ horror stories about househunting in the Okanagan.
Home sweet home. Love to sit on the verandah, looking up to the mountain, hearing the birds, cat reclining on the balustrade, and our green layer between us and the neighbours.
Pictures and words by Diana of Elephant's Eye
- wildlife gardening in Porterville,(If you mouse over brown text, it turns shriek pink.
near Cape Town in South Africa
near Cape Town in South Africa
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