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Ode to Millet and Zirtec…

It is becoming increasingly more difficult to work on blog posts as the 9yr old seems to have become an expert computer user overnight. This also means that any spare energy I have is used up trying to get the 9yr old off of the computer and into the garden — a battle I am surely losing. Other than that, all has been well.

Flowers!

Just like I like it, overgrown and messy

The garden has been looking well despite my inability to make myself weed. It looked especially well around solstice time: big, happy, un-black spotty roses (unsprayed as well); fabulous clouds of purple flowers on the herbs which have really reached their peak; catmint abuzz; giant scabious swaying; astrantia looking regal and glowing as the sun sets.

Two lips

Here’s something from earlier this year.

Earlier in the year the bulbs were all amazing. It’s been so long since I’ve posted that I didn’t even get to share the photos I took of the beautiful tulips and daffodils. They were lovely and the spring was mild, though the warmer weather then took its time in coming and seemed to forget about end of April/beginning of May altogether.

Veg

Veg in the tunnel.

I spent a good deal of time earlier this year getting the veg in the tunnel sown and planted out. I made a trip home to America just at the time of year when all of those time-consuming veg chores need to be done. In a way, it was a good thing because it made me focus on the task at hand and I got things done quickly. Happy to say that most things survived the big red lad’s decidedly ungreen fingers.

Tomayto Tomahto

Miss Olivade.

I’m thinking of doing a Wordless Wednesday post this week as I have lots of photos I’d like to post that are nice to look at and don’t require me to blather on about them. Until then, enjoy the sunshine when you can!

One of the very best features of the Big Garden is… I won’t spoil it with words that will only fail. See for yourself.

and now for my close up

And now for my close up… Snowdrops at their best in the Big Garden

And more snow

And more snow

... and more snow.

… and more snow.

The show will be ending soon at the Big Garden, but the daffs are coming up for the next spectacle, and will hopefully be around for the Hunter Trials (horses, horses and more horses) in April. I must take a photo one day of the best manure heap in Ireland — if only I could get to it without having to risk my life getting sucked into the mud equivalent of quicksand.

Back at the Little Garden. We all know Ireland is famous for its rain…

Moat, in Galway not Westmeath

Inside the new porch, aka moat.

…but this is ridiculous. I can pretend like I have a moat around my little castle (thankfully corrected this week with one of those new-fangled inventions called a GUTTER).

Gardening undercover? My tunnel, which I usually call ‘Spain’ (as in “I’ll be right back; I’m going to Spain.”), has been redubbed ‘Venezia’ (I thought Venice was too obvious). If I was any good at graphics I would have made a little man in a boat singing ‘O Sole Mio’ and stuck him in the centre pathway of the tunnel.

will it ever stop raining?

Venezia!

But this was a few weeks ago and hope springs eternal. Buds are fattening, even bursting in some case (like the weirdly early willow I have at the very back of our place — the bees love it). As you drive along the motorway (which I unfortunately have to do twice a day), you can see big swathes of trees turning lovely shades of spring as if an artist has come overnight and dotted reds here, whites blushed with pink there. Remember to keep your eyes on the road or this could be detrimental to your health.

And just when you think you can’t take it anymore (the weather, that is), you can go into Venezia and pretend like you’re in South Africa…

One can always pretend...

South Africa! Well, that’s where Osteospermum grows like a weed.

Next time… Sow what?