Weekly Prompt: Garden

Two years ago we didn’t even have a garden, we were living in a one-bedroom first floor flat in London with no outside space at all.

And now here we are in a three bedroom bungalow in Inverness with garden front and back, and find ourselves slap bang in the middle of a pretty steep green-fingered learning curve. There are multiple really old rose bushes in the front garden just coming into bloom now, so I’m learning (generally by trial and error) how best to look after them and everything else plant-wise we inherited when we bought the house.

I’ve always loved spending time in nature and absolutely love having a garden, both in the passive and active sense, and our intention long-term is to grow some fruit and vegetables as well as flowers and shrubs so that our outdoor space can be practical as well as pretty. I’ve already added several herbs – lavender and thyme and rosemary and lemon balm – and intend to add a lot more scented plants as I go along.

Over this last year and a half since the Covid pandemic changed everything I’ve really appreciated having ready access to so much outdoor space, and my garden has become my little sanctuary in more precious ways than I could ever have imagined. I regularly cut the grass and pull the weeds and prune and dead-head and generally look after everything as best I can, only to find to my delight that as I nurture my garden it nurtures me in return.

British horticulturalist Gertrude Jekyll (1843-1932) said that ‘The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies’ and that’s exactly what I’m experiencing here – my plan for the future is I’m definitely going to become an old lady who potters in the garden, and I’m happy to report it’s a healthy habit I’m already starting to build now ❀

Weekly Prompt: Garden

June Strawberries

We’ve got some lovely strawberries growing in the garden this year – perhaps a little later than we had expected after such a cold wet spring, but today the first fully red berry has finally ripened and has now been picked.

We’re still very much fledgling gardeners so we’re really pleased with the results of our labours. Big smiles all round – Yum! πŸ™‚

Weekly Smile

Home

Home…

A nineteen thirties bungalow in style

Mock-Tudor boards on double-fronted bays

Old paint-peeled rendered walls that made me smile

And fall in love in oh-so-many ways

Its shabby chic and part-neglected air

Called out to me to make this house my own

Look far beyond its age without a care

Ignore its dated dΓ©cor overtone

And now we live together in this space

Eclectic symbiosis oft appears Β 

Where partial changes slowly taking place

Bring modern touches to the faded years

I love the way the blend of old and new

Creates a loving home for me and you… ❀

Weekly Prompts: Old and New

A Regretful Anomaly

Fandangos’ Provocative Question this week asks:

‘What is your biggest regret in life?’

Ooh, that’s a biggie for me! It’s taken me days thinking it over to even start to contemplate what to write. And in the meantime I’ve been reading everyone else’s response and the general consensus is ‘No regrets’… So that has left me pondering and angst-ing over it even more…

I mean I have loads of regrets, including mistakes I’ve made and decisions I took too long over and opportunities missed and misunderstandings over things not said and things that can’t now be unsaid… I regret having hurt people in the process, especially my kids. Yep, that’s definitely my biggest regret, messing up my kids due to my own dysfunctions. The fact that it wasn’t deliberate doesn’t make it any easier to live with.

So I suppose amongst the blogging fraternity the fact that I do have regrets probably makes me some kind of regretful anomaly… Oh well! πŸ™‚