I am rearranging my garden, out of necessity and because of these bothersome days where we are confined to close quarters. And I decided to post this brief post specifically to let Maxwellthedog know that we are working to get it done and some tomatoes growing asap! But as you may notice I have some help (there is four of us living in the house) so all is not lost.
I had taken cuttings of the blackcurrant bush last year, so it will be replanted in a suitable spot.
As you can see the canine help were their usual supportive selves, Belle and Brook had retired to the yard to get the most sun.
I am interested in learning if anyone has a green house and what they recommend I plant in it, remembering that Ireland is not the hotest place on the planet.
One question for everyone, have you noticed, when you escape the confines of your four walls for a walk, how eager those who pass (some 8 feet from) you are to say “Hello”? This time last year I purposly said, hello to everyone I passed on a mile walk around the village. I received two hello’s from the many groups of mothers and children who were on their way to the school.
Have you noticed any other positive indications that we might be learning how to interact in a new and better way?
And more importantly, how are you coping? Any hints or tips on how to stop watching a screen from sun up to sundown?
Irish weather is always a hot topic (excuse the pun) but when one day you wake up to a dark sky and thundering cold wind. The next day it is beaming sunshine and heat. It is no wonder Irish people are so besotted with the weather.
However I am discovering that there is another hot topic in our house – strange things that pop up in the garden.
See for yourself. I look forward to the many varied comments that will follow the pictures below.
I was weeding and discovered this gorgeous plant, weed??
Then this odd looking object. I wonder who or what planted it?
It was hidden from sight for seven months but at last we have some “terrible hot weather” as we call it because Summer is here, again, however briefly. Truth is most Irish people wilt at anything above 21 degrees.
But Bob has his own solution, which consists of sitting (no surprise there), in the shade.
Though I suspect he is simply waiting on those raspberries to ripen.
This year my garden is one long continuous battle, for a variety of reasons.
I spend a lot of time pulling weeds,or devising ways to fend off attacks from slugs and snails. These, I believed to be the worst offenders in the garden. This stupid belief was shattered as I went with a bowl to see what strawberries, raspberries and blackcurrants I could collect.
Take a look at this:
And what was worse he went from raspberry plant to