Whilst the terrible news from Ukraine is dominating the media I am making plans to move the pallets from my risky gazebo to make my new composting heap.
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| My gazebo is demolished |
That sequence of awful storms has not even left us, and the broken glass is still in some of the veg beds, and suddenly we are confronted with a war on European soil. Who would have thought this could still be possible in 2022?
So, yes, I am naive. Megalomanics are amongst us, and the terrifying truth is some of them have access to nukes. I know, I know.
But my belief is that gardeners are peaceful people, so what the world needs is more gardeners!
People who sow seeds and plant greenery are people believing in a future, and who nourish the soil and cherish nature and realise the worth of taking care of the earth we share with plants and animals. Throwing bombs on other people is not in our DNA.
Or am I naive yet again?
Politics do interest me, but my days of marching are long past, and I tend to keep politics far from my blog and Instagram posts. And yet...
And yet I find I cannot keep quiet this time. I am outraged by Putin's nerve to think he can get away with invading Ukraine. And terribly sad at the same time. I saw an older woman in some nameless town there rushing across the street with her dog, trying to find shelter and crying out in panic "where can I go?" , and my heart broke for her. That could be me. That could be us.
End of rant. I will turn to my garden for solace.
Today I broke down my half finished gazebo and turned it into two composting containers. And I used organic seaweed fertiliser on my blue-pink flowerbed. I will not do the other beds, so that I can see the difference. And tomorrow I will place my stained obelisks in situ, so roses can climb up them. But: 'Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.' (M.J. Korvan)
I wish you a lovely gardening weekend.
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