I’ve been ill all weekend. However, nature continues without me, which is great. The nasturtium seeds are coming on well, as seen above. Very little to report on the ornamental gourd seeds. No signs of life as yet, and I haven’t grown them before, so I am beginning to get excited as to how they will present themselves, when and if they finally do!
If successful, the ornamental gourd plants could be trained to look something like this: (not my garden)
Mine will not look like that as I don’t have space for an arch! But we shall see, – I have some plans to ‘train’ them in a minor, less ostentatious, fashion.
These babies have been ignored for almost 2 years now. Back then, before I got really depressed, I had started cultivating the shoots of a few succulents that I had, and getting them started as plants in their own right. Then I ‘switched off’ and abandoned them, but remarkably, here they still are; ready and waiting for a bit of opportunity to arise for them to flourish.
Again, I have plans for them, but am not entirely sure yet how these plans will pan out.
I’ll try hard not to run out on the plant babies again though. I am looking forward to watching them all develop and grow up!
The more time you spend in it, working on it and enjoying it, the more abundant & beautiful your garden will become. Similarly, the more you practice feeling gratitude, the more it will grow and spring naturally from within you. Well that’s the hope anyway, I find it really difficult sometimes!
In the time of Covid19, what with staying at home being enforced by government, an outside space is a very real blessing. Whether it’s a balcony, roof terrace, courtyard, or garden; all give the opportunity to commune with nature and also be creative and nurturing!
I am fortunate, I have a small garden (and a shed – which is a great place to escape the house). However, the lengthy period of depression has not done my garden any favours whatsoever. It needs ‘intensive care‘.
Earlier this week I began my rescue mission, with some cutting back of dead branches. The council is temporarily not collecting garden waste, which was the perfect excuse to have a bonfire, and burn some other random bits of wood from various DIY jobs too! The smell of a bonfire is something I love. Reminds me of childhood, and helping my dad do garden work.
I also started what will be a long process of working on my bench, which is looking very sad. Firstly, washing down with bleach. I’ll do this a few times. Next, I will lightly sand the bench, before treating it with a protective oil. I’ll need to do the same process on my garden table too (just visible in the lower right corner of the picture below).
I trimmed my ‘Red Robin’ hedge out front, and cut my sorry excuse for a lawn. The lawn will take a lot more work to recover, if indeed possible without completely relaying.
So, all this before even adding any plants or flowers. I have planted some seeds though, so there will be flowers in due course. Nasturtiums in the small pots and Ornamental Gourds in the large (below). All should grow into quite large trailing plants which will need to be up-potted. I have some ideas of where they may go, but some will have to be given away to neighbours – if they are all successful seedlings! My garden just isn’t big enough for them all.
All of this was not only energetic but very satisfying and I can truly say that for me, pottering in the garden is definitely The Good Life.
Thanks for reading… I hope your own gardening efforts are bringing equal success & happiness, or if no garden – at least a pot plant to care for. Let me know in the comments!
Who would’ve thought it? Mind you, who would’ve thought the majority of the world would be in Lockdown, for fear of a tiny but terrible virus, namely the new coronavirus?
Discipline is not my forte, so this blog will be somewhat of a personal challenge. We will see how it goes over time..
‘Hello there & Hi’!
I’m new to blogging, and I’m a Landlady, but not new to that, more of a seasoned amateur.
I’m very grateful too… for lots of things, or at least certainly trying very hard to be. It’s not always easy. However, something about a global pandemic makes you appreciate life and what you have in a different way.
This is also the start of some kind of new phase for me and I will explain why below, but first I’d like to share a favourite saying used by my Oma (German grandmother) in times of difficulty or despair with ‘the now’:
‘Tomorrow is the start of the next hundred years’
My Journey so far…
About two years ago I was sort of on the cusp of what would end up being a total breakdown. I had just come back from a month travelling in South America, and to say I was struggling to adjust to being back home would be an understatement. I was exhausted, felt disorientated in my own home to the extent that I couldn’t find a tea bag, and scared of many things – the fire alarm going off, the fridge breaking down, the house getting broken into whilst I slept, but above all, scared of leaving the house. A classic sign that the dreaded slide into anxiety and depression (which I was already very familiar with) was beginning. I struggled on for a couple of months with enormous effort, which included having to get some renovation work done on a rental property that was between tenants, but above all just keeping my head above water.
And then, at the end of May 2018, the tenant moved in, my job was done, and I surrendered. I couldn’t return to the day job I had before my trip abroad – I wasn’t fit to work, and I wasn’t sure it would be good for me to go back anyway. I needed a total break. Time to re-coup and re-assess.
I didn’t know at that point, but as it so often is, the anxiety and depression were in effect the start of a total nervous breakdown. The downwards spiral was fairly rapid, and within another month, I didn’t feel like myself anymore, I couldn’t even remember what myself felt like. What followed was almost two years of disconnection from the real world. Sometimes life was very dark, sometimes just bleak, but all of the time – depressed, sedentary, uncommunicative, lost and without hope.
About a month or so ago, in February 2020, things started to shift. Finally, little improvements to my daily life were possible again. More importantly, I started to feel more like ‘me’, and the combined sense of tremendous relief together with increasing positivity and hope has blossomed since then, just like the cherry tree in my garden, and the pear in my rental property. A very long winter has come to a close and spring has finally arrived!