Long Mizzle Garden

Hello m' sunnies! Please bring tea and sunglasses.... The dry stone hedgerows bob with happy yellow heads. The roadside fields are brazen. Sometimes a distant golden patch shimmers like a mirage, appears to move around and is impossible to locate. The flower picker trucks, with their 'pickers wanted' signs, hold you up your way to and from Rosudgeon carboot sale, grrrrr.  We're talking daffodils.  These particular rows are not for picking - oh no - these bulbs are busy multiplying. Please, let them concentrate...   Scamp's daffodil field, Falmouth, Cornwall     All the pictures on today's post were taken one glorious sunny Sunday morning (27th March): a trip to Scamp's 14 acre daffodil field on the outskirts of Falmouth. Many thanks to the super helpful Adrian  (Scamp Junior) for welcoming us, and the fab Mylor Garden Club for organising.     In Britain, we can apparently thank the Romans for bringing the daffodil over. (Monty Python: What ...

Dear readers around the world, please know I come in peace, with creative, green fingers, not trigger happy, destructive ones...  Spring at Long Mizzle With the spring flowers blooming so beautifully, it is hard to comprehend the 'special military operation' on the edge of Europe that seeks to systematically erase an entire country, its memory, its culture... one that even threatens our planet as we know it. It is human nature to look for patterns. Unlike some comforting, predictable pop tune though in which one can guess the next notes, this is more like a mutating motif within an ill doomed symphony. History repeats itself time and time again.  'May the Nulclear War Be Cursed' Maria Pyrmachenko (1978) SOURCE    The Ukranian folk artist Maria Pyrmachenko (1904 - 1997) was born and lived her whole life in the village of Bolotriya, Kyiv Oblast. Relatives said she was a thoughtful and considerate person, with a passion for nature and everything living. I think that com...

 Hello m' happy potters, As promised here are the results of Long Mizzle's bank holiday weekend transformations. Before the overlap fence was dull, tired and grey. Here it is with a 'before' applied 'sad filter' (just like they do on makeover programmes on t' tele eh). Now it is 'sage green', revitalized and ready for the fig tree to be trained along it, and for me to dance around in my best summer gaudy dress.  Although not quite the colour I was expecting, it certainly makes the patio tulips jump out - Quite accidentally, it also it picks up the colour of one of the houseboat roofs over in the creek -     I had exciting news last Sunday. My dad called to say he'd made me a potting bench and could he deliver it that afternoon.  Of course I said "YES PLEASE". It's made from old bed slats and spare bits of wood for legs. Mam painted it with teak oil and it smells gorgeous. Isn't it great!? We all had a cuppa in the garden and Ma...