On Monday morning there was a large thump as the post hit the front door mat. The Yellow Book had arrived. I thumbed through to find our entry.
I holler for Shedman “Sweetie” (Yes, that is what I call him when no-one is listening).
“The yellow book has arrived, our entry looks fine”
“Oh cripes!” I muttered “It is 16 weeks until our first open garden!”
Now, I know that 16 weeks is a long time, I mean after all it’s 4 months, an absolute age, but here is the thing – the garden got a bit neglected last year and, at the beginning of September I lost heart all-together. The eagle eyed amongst you will probably have noticed that I haven’t been around the internet very much this Autumn and Winter. Lots of little bugs seemed to attack me repeatedly, leaving me rather flat and disinterested. Although we did have some fantastic high points, No3 sons handfasting, my brothers wedding and a huge family christmas. All wonderful and joyous occasions. It was just the bits in between that were, well – dire.
But now its February, the hellebores and snowdrops are poking their way up between the marigolds, argyranthemum and gazania (What can I say, we haven’t had any frosts yet). So after doing nothing and I really do mean NOTHING in the garden, poly-tunnel, or greenhouse since the middle of August, yesterday I made a start in the garden. There is so much to do!
Every year and I am sure that I have probably mentioned it on more than one occasion I yearn for a bit more balance in my life, while I was “not gardening” all winter I was doing things in the studio, mostly making handbags and creating something really interesting for a textile related day school for next October. So my perennial question for myself will be how to achieve the studio / garden balance, who knows this year I might actually manage it!
Naturally, now that I have a sliver of gardening mojo back, I am sitting here amid high winds, with gusts of 96 mph being recorded locally. The plants like tumbleweed are flying about the
blasted heath, swamp, garden, and all the fences will need replacing. However, compared to the devastation in other parts of the country, as long as the silver birch dangling over the poly-tunnel doesn’t decide to keel over, this is simply an inconvenience, that is a bit, well, actually a lot scary.
So back to the yellow book and a plea to make this year the year when you visit some open gardens. After the weather we have experienced, the garden owners need all the encouragement they can get, and you will be doing something marvellous by supporting the NGS, who give away over 2.5 million to charities.
Sorry about the lack of images in this post – I may have my gardening mojo back – but the photographic one is still on its holidays.