Monty Don has done it again, this time he’s made me go mad with the clippers (I have 3 different ones, secateurs, hedge trimmers and a heavy duty lopping one).
This has happened to me before when I’ve been away and have read someone else’s gardening diary be it Monty Don or Kate Llewellyn, and last week I sat there reading The Ivington Diaries at my mother’s house while it rained and was foul all week. It was a wonderful proper winter week, sometimes the sun comes out when we head to Adelaide to see some rain. And as I read I was itching to get back home and get gardening. Only trouble I was up to the bit where he was trimming hedges when I got here…
Think I ended up with more vegetation on the ground than on the shrubs!
Gardening has always been like that for me… and writing and blogging too. Months of almost nothing interspersed with frantic activity.
What is Patches doing over there?
It was a frosty one.
I did not always think the Adelaide Hills anything special until I moved up to the rugged Flinders. Now I see that they are beautiful all year round, whether it is green grass and blue agapanthus in summer or autumn or spring colour. Even in winter they are lovely where bulbs are planted.
My tiny bit of Adelaide hills
I planted these jonquils in April and next to the bare branches of the gleditsia, they have reminded me of the Adelaide Hills for the past month or so.
We get so few of these as most of our rain falls in the night. But a lovely day, soft rain without a breath of wind. Perfect to sit on the outside sofa and watch the cats and local birds do their thing.
Funny little thing happened when I invited Sharon around for a cuppa and cake the other day. I was having a discussion with myself about whether I should change into some better clothes, and decided that seeing as she’s seen me in my old clothes before, I wouldn’t worry about it. Well, she turns up in almost identical gear having decided that ‘Tarla loves me as I am’!