Decided to transplant the cornus kousa, which has been looking more and more unhappy in the gale force winds lately, and replaced it with a cheap and cheerful dwarf cherry from the pound shop.
The cornus went into the orchard by the hedge and already is looking much happier. Time will tell. The cornus is billed as able to sustain wind but I don’t think these categories allow for the West Cork variety.
After a week of heatwave, a riotous North wind has arrived. It is rampaging through the garden and luckily I staked the new Delphinium I bought yesterday. The wind turns the leaves on the trees and they shine with a silvery light in the sun. The last time we had a North wind like this was last March when all the leaves on my new trees were burnt. This wind feels relatively warm in comparison so I hope the trees won’t be damaged.
Read a bit of “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” – we had been asked to find some dialogue that had had a profound effect on us and, having not read it for 3o years, have been lured into reading it again.
The first para:
“Our is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over he obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
The hedge trimmers are now my favourite toy. The brambles had all been treated about two years ago with some kind of weedkiller and all the dead branches looked pretty hideous. I bought the hedge trimmers specially for this as I had tried to use secateurs which were just useless and the only result was that I got completely lacerated. I have found some lovely ferns growing, foxgloves and two lovely wild roses. I am hoping that all the wild flowers, brambles and ferns will be rejuvenated. The view from my kitchen window is also much clearer.
R came over with some lysimachia nummularia aurens known to us peasants as Golden Creeping Jenny. Yay! Thrilled and have just planted and watered them in my large urn.
Although it is only 5.30 I am stopping as I got eaten alive at about this time by about a thousand tiny insects. My head was a mass of lumps last night from the bites. Most alluring.
My trusty gardening jeans have finally come to the end ….
Finished mowing the path and sowed lawn seed. Unwrapped the new cherry and pear trees. Oh dear. The roots … what a sad sight. Well, if nothing else I have learnt that gardening is sometimes the triumph of optimism over deep misgivings and stark reality. In they go. The cherry is by a sheltered spot next to the wall by the gate. The pear is in the Dingly Dell in place of my much-lamented Magnolia Laevifolia. Presently, I am on the hunt for Golden Creeping Jenny Lysimachia nummularia ‘Aurea’. I am trying to remember the Latin names as garden centres, rather snottily sometimes, do not recognise their vulgar names.
Had Tea by Skype with D, P, S and L. All in Sussex except for me. They are planning a visit once this is all over.
Other than that had a very lazy day, cutting out cardboard circles for my trees and shrubs as anti-grass devices. Feeling daunted by the new hedge clippers.
Considering it is the first of May it is cold and windy. I got caught in a sudden shower as I was mowing my path through the meadow. The Pound Shop in Clon was selling fruit trees and I simply could not resist and bought a Morello Cherry and a mini-Pear. Chatting to Dutch about trees in general his theory is that it is never really too windy and just to persevere and be patient. With this in mind I am determined to try and find a likely spot for my favourite of all trees, a magnolia. Magnolias hate wind. All the winds of Ireland seem to blow around this house, it is howling as I write this, but it may not be so far fetched. There are sheltered spots, by the front gate for example and actually behind the shed may be a good spot. We will see …. in any case it is all speculation at present as all the garden centres are well and truly shut.
My new toy arrived today, the electric hedge cutter I ordered.
I am trying to galvanise myself into action and go into the garden to put the new trees in water. It’s so damn cold and windy though. I have a Zoom chat booked with Michael at 4 so I will just dash out for an hour. My wildflower seeds have also arrived – I am planning to plant them this evening.
Took out my torn-up cardboard for the compost heap and put the new trees in water. I have realised that as a gardener one is forced to become an optimist. The roots of the cherry look very sad indeed but hey ho – lets see what happens.
As it is such a beautiful day I took a roundabout route home from Clon today and stopped to photograph this house. The overgrown, secretive front gate. The birds on the gateposts are owls.
The back roads were deserted and the bluebells were blowing. Their colours vary, sometimes an intense matt lavender in the shade of trees and after rain an electric, varnished blue. You only have to look at a sunny sky and back again at bluebells to understand the impossibility of describing blue.
Another grey and cloudy day. I had vowed not to go into the garden thinking I should get on with some work in the shed. Instead, I started going through the cardboard I would normally recycle but at the mo we are able to only recycle household waste. I don’t want the cardboard going into landfill so decided to cut it up to put round the trees to prevent grass growth. I then piled grass cuttings on top as mulch. I am going to cut up the smaller bits of card and mix it up for the compost heap.
Ended up trimming all the hedges as well. It is impossible to go into the garden to do just one quick job. Very tempted to get an electric hedge trimmer for all the dead brambles along the back wall …
I wish it would actually rain – this is the forecast.