I have been struggling to achieve decent pictures as my garden seems to have a perpetual wind blowing through it, which just encourages the ground to dry out even more. Despite years of composting it still has fissures appearing all over the place, two very light showers over two days has not even touched it so I am having to selectively water plants, as I do not want to run out of rain water in the barrels.
Still coping with this confinement and just hoping that there will be a shift soon in what we can do soon, hubby and I started this two weeks before lock down in line with government advise, so it is now beginning to feel like a long time, exciting news for us is that we will get to drive into Exeter for him to have a routine 6 monthly scan, so at least he will have the drive there and back!
I have yet to try this in rhubarb crumble it tends to die down whilst my back is turned!
Well I know which name I prefer!
I have some very different self sown seedlings this year only ever had the usual dark pink in the garden.
Now I am off to have a look at The Propagators blog and see what he and his contributors to the famous SOS have on today.
Wonderful freedom to meet with my daughter the first time since the day before lock down began Being able to drive to the destination felt like proper freedom and to enjoy the great outdoors in her company fantastic.
Being a total meanie I am not going to share the whereabouts of at 9.30 a.m. a very empty car park, when others were already full, although some of you may guess work out where it is from the pictures (one for you Iris) still only a total of 5 cars when we returned from the walk some hours later.
We maintained social distancing and anyone we did pass did the same, we could see some groups of in the distance who were not doing the same but we could easily avoid them. Louis being on a long lead is a bonus meant he and I could at least say a proper hello, so long as I don’t touch the harness I am told.
The pictures are self explanatory and all taken with an iPhone SE 2020 my Lockdown present from my lovely OH. Chairs at requisite distance and my own flask it’s a strange world right now.
Although I am Shielding my husband, the one thing I do is walk, without that I think I might have gone a little bit mad by now. Not a lover of tarmac walking, for the moment I am grateful for a combination of that, plus fields tracks and green lanes, which are not tarmac. I often think of people who do not have this and are stuck in apartments in hot cities.
Not a lover of cows near entrances to fields I was able to bye pass them by walking on the tarmac roads which were for once a blessing, Oh to be braver, country I am but not 100%!! On the moor it’s fine I can do a detour round them without adding on mileage, I did once completely on my own, with just a small dog have to pluck up all my courage and walk past a Bull , he was laid down and too tired to be bothered by me, I told myself he must be docile if he is allowed out on the moor to fraternise and he was.
In my area I am discovering little villages that normally I would only see the sign for when passing in the car, as is the case in Devon there is often no where to park on tiny single track lanes so I don’t venture in to them. Yesterdays walk made me feel as if I was on holiday discovering pastures new.
So I hope that for those of you who do not have access to green space or live to far away to walk to one that you enjoy my 5 mile stroll around and about.
Will have to ignore the telephone cables, getting too hot to go for another angle!
You may realise if you follow my photos that I have a bit of a thing for quaint front doors!
I had a letter in my pocket that I never had time to post in Copplestone ,et voila parfait, yes postman still collects I hope!!
Unable to stop taking photographs with this amazing blue sky increasing the loveliness of it all.
I can see this SOS is going to be slightly different, the garden is so dry that cracks are appearing and nothing is taking off as it would usually in spring. So during the week I resorted to watering and did as much as I could manage in one go. I could not get the weeds that are growing in awkward places so planned to leave them, happily or unhappily it rained on and off all day yesterday and now I have no excuse! other than adopting a live and let live attitude.
It is a bit bizarre that my purse which usually lives in my handbag, now has taken up permanent residence next to the computer but hooray for online shopping. I know this has nothing to do with gardening but I am sure you will find a bucketful of the more serious stuff over on The Propagators blog. Read on to see my eclectic SOS of whats happening in my garden.
See what I mean about weeds!
Not a weed but a flower and not in the wrong place, it is allowed to ramp itself up to it’s full glory in the chicken garden.
No idea what this solitary little beauty is called and only the one has appeared, picture cheating …again.. as I took it a good 10 days ago when there was an early morning dew.
Not really I made it up they just looked like they were standing guard over the Muscarii
I have yet to find the time to get back on this, in fact I am not doing a daily walk either. I am very guilty of indulging myself and gardening every day. The bed behind is where an old split sleeper shed was taken down, which opened up the views to adjacent fields of sheep. Beyond the back edge is the railway line. The shells were stuck to lengths of wood with something that used to look remarkably like beach sand, sadly it has not stood up to our weather, French galvanized tubs that I used to hunt out at the Brocante markets, they are a great home to various sedums that usually enjoy the neglect but this year seem to be sulking and saying un peu d’eau s’il vous plait, so I did as they requested, hope they pick up.
I only have a few of this lovely dark tulip surviving, so last year moved them away from the chicken garden, it looks like they are happy with the move.
My daughter and I did this walk on the 22nd March. We arrived in separate cars and kept our self distancing measures in place through out the walk, as did everyone else out on the moor, which oddly enough seemed to consist of Father son and Mother daughter combo’s. Little did we know that this would be our final walk for some time to come.
My daughters NHS service has closed for the duration and she and her team have been redeployed into the firing line so to speak. So this Blog is especially for her to hold onto that memory and wish her luck in the new job.
My other half has lung health problems, so we are in for the long haul of self isolating/sheilding.
He says it is what it is and is much more at ease with it than I am whereas I fluctuate between wanting walkies on the moor, feeling tearful about the whole world and anxious at times for those I care about.
It was a perfect walking day and certainly one to be treasured until we are free to roam again.
A six and a half mile walk which if someone had got their way and stayed on the metal road would have been 9+ !!
So relieved you sometimes give in to your mother, that was the longest walk I had done in a while.
Just a few pictures of a 2hr walk on Dartmoor with a neighbours little dog who usually comes along and has done for the last 10 years. I know there won’t be many of these as she is ageing and now in view of C-19 all our lives are changing.
I am in self isolation to protect my husband but also being over 70 I am with the at risk group. So my thoughts go out to all of you and I hope you manage to stay well.
It’s been a busy few weeks but at last time and a gap in the showers to pop out and take enough photos to get a reasonable SOS. It’s a lovely time of year seeing the shrubs beginning to put out leaves and herbaceous plants showing signs of life. The Primulas are so reliable even if they are somewhat ruined by the weather they have a lot of colour and cheer me.
I suppose I should be out there now but I was keen to see The Propagators blog and the latest photos from his many fellow Sixes devotees, so here we go then.
It’s very first flower of the year.
It grows in nothing large gravel and whatever has washed down between the mebrane and gravel alongside our parking place and footpath, it is gradually extending it’s range and I am happy to let it as last year I had a mass of very small totally black bees feasting on the flowers, crossing my fingers I get to see the same this year and possibly identify them.
Or something like that, bought years ago at a car boot for pennies. they were by the pond but moved them in Autum they now make a footpath in for dead heading. You can’t have a glass of wine or two if you intend to navigate these!!
I have no idea at the moment if this is all one plant, or three different coloured flowers or is it a clump of seedlings, all will no doubt be revealed when they stop flowering and I can disturb them for a proper look.
Isn’t nature great it does a better job than I can. Primrose, Foxglove, Forget me not and the pretty little spreading Ivy leafed toadflax always finds it’s way in.
Love the fresh leaves it has obviously sown itself in to close to a Lambs ear, not spotted until it put out a couple of flowers, I had better rescue it not many of these left in the Hens garden as they like to scoff them, maybe it has learnt to camouflage itself!