77 - Long live the perennial!

 It is no secret that I am an ecclectic mix of old hippy/boomer, so the old Sixties-Seventies ideals are still floating around in my brain, mixed in with the urgent knowledge of today that we need to change our ways fast unless we are too late, and Gaia will squash us like an unwanted insect. She is spraying the repellent as I write, by not sending my country the much needed rain.

Tiger plant, a perennial 

The trees I cycle past on my way to Hunky Dory are shedding their leaves, and my apple trees are dropping their unripe apples, a sure sign of them being terribly thirsty. In my friend's garden his plum tree, loaded with fruit, bombarded him with falling plums before he had a chance to pick them and by the looks of it his apricot tree will do the same.

It worries me, but there is not a lot I can do about it, except try to live as frugally and sustainable as I can.

Not planting masses of cheerful annuals in Hunky Dory is one of my ways of spending as little as I can. Perennial is the magic word as far as I'm concerned. And careful assessment. The Japanese anemones that almost took over my old garden have given up here, so they will not be replaced. Gauras, that did not like my old garden, thrive in Hunky Dory, so I will get some more, and will divide the clump that I have (not yet, though!).

Gaura, Queen of my desert

And I am confident I can consider the cup-and-saucer-vines (annual climber) against the obelisks an absolute disaster, so will replace them with perennial climbers in Autumn, perhaps lathyrus who have the reputation to be as tough as old boots. Or kiwis, that seem to survive in other not-watered gardens on the allotment.

Meanwhile I have filled the second raised bed with 2 kinds of aster, houttuynia, helenium, alstrumeria, echinacea, gaura, verbascum and my gorgeous desdemona rose, again getting them from Seven Hills nursery in Oostvoorne. Seeing how much pleasure that first planter has given me already, I deem this is money well spent! The alstrumeria, verbascum and rose come from my balcony garden though, and needed a change of space.

The new planter

 The new planter needs to establish, but I am certain it will be fine.

In the meantime I am brooding on plans for much-needed shade in my green oasis. I was there at 7 a.m. to water and weed, and by 09.30 I was sweltering. I planned to spend time there painting etc, but so far it has been impossible, far too hot, so I tend to flee to my balcony where I have some shade until noon, and can lower the sunscreen at least. (As long as the wind doesn't prevent me)

Another heatwave is predicted for this week, oh my, not looking forward to that!

The good news is that my pond has not sprung a leak (as I feared), it is evaporation. The cat uses it to drink from, and so does a hedgehog, I found poo.

Right. Have a lovely week, stay cool, and if you want to see more photos and read more stories about my garden, visit Instagram@songsmith2962 and Pixelfed@DutchDeltaWoman. 

74 - I garden, therefor I am

 What is this urge to document, to put down on paper what is keeping me occupied other than an existential need to prove that I exist?

Pumpkin

 Woah!

Gardening, right, we are reading about gardening here?

Yes, we are, kind of. Like that pumpkin over there on the left, my being is hidden underneath a whole mass of creepers. Older ladies like myself tend to become invisible to younger people. The thinning hair, the wrinkles, the varicose veins, the sagging flesh, all not so attractive to gaze upon, I get it, don't think I do not.

But just as that pumpkin hidden under those green leaves is rather beautiful, so my soul remains all glossy sheen and firm flesh. It is just hidden inside an older person. Although my soul is an old one. And there you go. Back to Hunky Dory.

Datura

That area of high pressure is doing weird things to our weather. It is warm to very warm, but sometimes clouds hide the sun. Still, it is necessary to water the greenhouse veggies every day, and I talk to the daturas while I am doing that. The two of them appeared by magic, and are waving their amazing cream coloured trumpets at me, one day at a time. They wilt when I do not water them religiously, so I water them. I tried to grow one on my balcony last summer, but it pined, and I threw the spent pot soil in my greenhouse, and, well.

I have ordered a metal raised bed planter from Berlin for Hunky Dory, which is supposed to arrive 'within 7 days', of which 6 have passed by now. No tracker tracer thingy possible, so am I supposed to sit at home waiting for my buzzer to go off for a week? I think not!  I bet you they will try to deliver it when I am walking Puck. Anyway, I saw it on Gardener's World and several Instagram feeds and I thought I want one! It can go on the old strawberry patch (which will need clearing first) and I can fill it with a mix of veg and flowers I do not have to use a pickaxe for to get them into the soil. If this becomes a success, there will be more, folks. But first get it delivered...

The Cannas on the balcony

Mind you, the flowers are valiantly and defiantly showing they are just as good as last year's onions they have replaced. Good onions though, I am actually still eating them.

The forecast says it will be 36 degrees C next week, even though we are near the sea, holy cow! My poor garden... Oh well, her and me both, it will be over 40 under my flat roof at home. I have stocked up on icecream and made water ones for Puck, on a stick, she loves to lick them whilst I hold them up for her, eyes closed with extacy. (Hers, not mine)

If you like to read more, find my Instagram@songsmith2962 and Pixelfed@DutchDeltaWoman.  Have a lovely weekend, and keep your head cool!