I swear I thought we'd lost our back garden. The weather people said we'd had the hottest summer in 20 years and even though I had tried to water during the regulation times and in the regulation manner, things looked dire. Very.
It hadn't helped that we'd moved away seawards for a year and left the Central Tablelands garden to the kindness of elderly neighbours, the odd friend, and the lawn mowing man. I am amazed that anything survived. And extremely grateful. So you can well understand why we are pouring love and kindness back into the garden now, trying to atone for past sins of neglect.
We seem to have had rather a concentrated period of rain recently; quite steady rain and my hellebores have all responded. They weren't dead at all! I am soooooo pleased.
I am still dealing with fallout from my own cancer journey. It is looking like my brachtherapy radiation has damaged my bowel; not confirmed, but that seems to be the message we are dealing with. I am supporting a dear friend on her cancer journey. So, as I await my knee replacement in May I am trying to live the messages I see that recommend a more wholesome and potentially positive approach to life, and any kind of involvement in gardening is high on that therapeutic list, as is occupational therapy such as knitting, and perhaps my blogging about my knitting, which is always masses of fun - the blogging about it, I mean. Another big tick. Translated, this means that I design and my husband gets to do a lot of carting and log moving and digging of holes. He doesn't knit.
When we lived near the sea I really liked the public parks with the large multifunction platforms that could be used for lying around on or spreading out a picnic on or whatevering on. They captured my preschool teacher-English literature teacher's imagination!!! What infinite possibilities. In a small surburban backyard they can be used for small children to imaginative play on, for small dogs to loll on, for retired folk to champagne on, or High Tea on just plain cuppa on. One is simply and utterly limited by one's imagination.
Many people think we are nuts, but that is fine as they don't have to live with us or even visit us.
We used 20 full sized 'A' grade used railway sleepers in the construction of this garden railway platform. Each one is extremely heavy to move, so I have been realiably informed. We don't think it's moving anywhere fast in a hurry. There are 5 weeping birches now planted in behind forming a small birch grove, underneath which we are going to plant a variety of daffodils, when they arrive. Then of course there are two magnificent Foo dogs doing their Feng Shui thing and guarding the Halt.
We have also now bought 23 Lomandras - 11 of one variety and 12 Tanikas. Both varieties grow approximately 50cm x 50 cm so we may be able to gain classification as a native grassland all by ourselves; our own unique ecosystem! We are planning to plant them as swathes either side of the Halt. Apparently 'Halt' is the name for a British remote rural railway and a girlfriend and I are amused to think we should name our structure that, and complete it with a special railway platform sign. Stay tuned!
Could Life get any Faster in this Slow Lane?