Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' trunky dunkies, Time for a quick bloggy? After an early morning sea swim (yes I am now one of those holier than thou 'wild swimming' converts!), I felt all energized, so decided to tackle the scraggly vege bed that has lay soggy and storm ravaged all winter.  My first bit of gardening this year... Before - After - Fruit & vege wise, I hope to be growing more perennials this year.  There are two main reasons for this: an increasing shortage of time and water.     The tulip bulbs were finally planted in the blue tubs. This is usually something I try to do in November. From the slim picking dregs in the garden centre: Parrot prince, Hugs & Kisses, Copper Image   Very colour coordinated darling. My laundry pile simply can't wait. The elephant is on the move, looking for its own special watering hole.  Time to stop for a cup of tea and to admire the camilias. My hard trim last spring seems to have encouraged proliferous proliferations. Sin...

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 campers,  I awoke early Friday morning to the agonizing low groans and high pitched wails of Storm Eunice. Already she commanded the hills, as she stalked up and down the estuary. Peering out of the rattling, whistling windows, I could see plastic bags and plant pots dancing through the air. Uncertain seagulls seemed to be stranded up in the stratosphere. By 10am the strangest piece of  debris had arrived at the front gate - an erect tent.     The tent proceeded to jump over and perform a series of impressive flippy spinnerooney somersaults. As advised by the red/ amber weather warning for Cornwall, we stayed indoors... flash backs to the dreaded home schooling. The occasional sun was deceptive.  Toppled bamboo  Squiffy voodoo arch The weekend weather hasn't been any better really and cabin fever has well and truly kicked in! It is even still too wild for 'Drive by Watercolours' - How to do 'Drive by Watercolours' -  1) Pick a rainy day 2) ...

Bonjour mon petit jonquil! Got your cuppa? Let's go....Wow, what a difference one week makes. It really feels like spring has sprung. The question is, is it warm enough to sit bare bottomed on the soil yet?... certainly not, how dare you! The mornings are still a little frosty. Here's just one job I've been meaning to do all winter: sorting out the area by the playhouse. I wish I had taken a  'before' picture to go with my smug 'after' picture, as it was quite a mess! Nettles removed and bramble roots wrestled out, I laid weed membrane down and covered it with new bark shredding.   A landing area where the kids put their deck chairs, I have been instructed not to grow plants in this spot. This is where they natter to their friends at the bottom at the garden  (p.s. the friends sound made up, but they are indeed real). So, what to put there instead??? A wooden throne of course!!!   Voila! The Long Mizzle Throne, forged from seven pieces of fallen wood, co...