Many years ago in my youth (summer 2010) I got really into gardening blogs, looking at the photos, reading them, drawing plot layouts, noting beautiful plants and yadda yadda yadda. Then I grew up (spring 2011) and realised that none of those people lived in the boggy, exposed hills of Leitrim and that there was no way in this life that I would ever transform my weedy stony hillside into a lush paradise. After that I turned old (summer 2012) and decided that if it doesn't grow happily in a movable pot, stuff it, I'm not even going to consider it.
That's the theory, but as you know, hope springs eternal along with the rain and gale force winds so although my head says 'forget it', my heart still says 'maybe if I...'
So I still have two raised veg beds, although one is rampant with triffid raspberries and one very brave rhubarb! The other has self seeded garlic at one end with gone-to-seed-cabbage-that-never-grew and some fabulous specimens of dock leaves at the other.
And then there are the pots...and pots...and more pots...oh and look I do believe that's a thistle come to join the pot party!
So much for the idealistic planning...ah me...sigh...
BTW, the idyll is over, with Youngest and the Hub back home. The Hub didn't seem too happy with his week's work in Holland, but Youngest had an 'amazingly awesome' (quote herself) week with her sister in Dublin. A lot of time was spent working in Theaters alongside Eldest but she also got to do some shopping and walking around Dublin, which is good. It is a lovely place alright.
I didn't get a girl's night in, but my parents had visitors, relations who are great fun, so I had that instead last night. This evening Youngest is taking Middlest's boyfriend to see the play Middlest is working on and the Hub is holed up in the office writing tomorrow's sermon.
Modom, your taxi awaits!!!
Showing posts with label flower pots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flower pots. Show all posts
Saturday, 9 June 2012
State of the Jungle
Labels:
dock leaves,
flower pots,
garden,
jungle,
stones,
veg beds,
weeds
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Pots of Hats
Some children just never grow out of trying on hats...Here we have a Samuri...
Bill 'n' Ben The Flowerpot Men...
You can't see me!!!!
Dog for Sale! Dog for sale!
Oh! Momma! Will he grow if we plant him??
Sorry about the quality, my phone was nearer than the camera and I was afraid I'd miss the show!
P.S. Do you like the Type-writing Dame Background? She is from French Kissed, visit Tricia for some lovely images, scans...AND she has a couple of Competitions going on at the moment as we!!!
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