How does your garden grow? Well, my name isn’t Mary (tho I am sometimes contrary), but that is a very good question. I don’t have a bloody clue, but am hoping by joining in with Mammasaurus‘s linky of the same name I might pick up some tips.
Our new house has a little garden – it is beautiful – ivy strewn walls, a little lawn for picnics and football, and borders filled with a mixture of mature shrubs, weeds and brambles. It needs a little love, but the bones are gorgeous.
I am delighted to have a garden again after a five year break, but a little clueless. My only previous garden was all lawn – other than a hardy hedge there was nothing to cut back, prune, weed or care for. I don’t even know what most of these plants are. I have been pointing out dead things to my Mum and asking ‘Is that dead dead or just waiting for spring?’ – see – clueless!
My other half should know more, he was a gardener, briefly, many years ago. We want to grow some stuff with Syd – potatoes, sunflowers, strawberries – kid’s gardening classics. We want to sort the patchy lawn out a bit (tho with two boys that may be futile!).
I am loving sitting on the little bench, wrapped against the chilliness of morning, for my first coffee of the day. We have birds, lots of birds, and an abundance of empty snail shells to show for it. They are nesting in the bushes. The mother blackbird is taking particular care it seems, discarding one bit of moss for a plumper bit, swapping out twigs, making her home beautiful, as I do similar inside our new abode. We are bonding over this nesting I feel, and I am leaving her titbits of food out, which she scampers up to snatch from the patio, cocking her head to give me a brief look of thanks as she does so.
Syd is loving having his own patch of outdoors and spends the day climbing in and out of his wellies, often on the wrong feet, as he goes out for another potter. He has a little sand table, and a small football goal and a beautiful tin watering can that he is rather generously favouring a dandelion on the lawn with – poor thing is no doubt drowning.
Hasn’t it been lovely to be able to bask in the sunshine the last few days, I am feeling blessed that we have found ourselves a home with an outdoor space at the perfect time of year to make the most of the outdoor season.
Love Miss Cisco XXX