Long Mizzle Garden

Hello m' sunny reapers, Apologies for the brief break in transmission. Work's got in the way this past week or so. Annoyingly money's one thing I've been unable to grow in the garden on trees.  I'm back now with coffee and biscuits, September sunflowers, and golden fields. I'll try to keep this post relatively short and sweet so I can catch up on some of your blogs! This field of sunflowers was spotted back in August.  To me, the sunflowers are standing tall and cocky as can be, singing 'sun shiiiiinnnnnneeee' in a Liam Gallagher kind of way.  The golden field above reminded me of a Gustav Klimt painting... I'm not sure which one, but not the one with that kiss . Klimt did paint one big sunflower. This is how I've felt this week... head down, working hard, watching over my little ones, a bit frazzled but still on my feet.     The Sunflower, Gustav Klimt, 1908     Vincent Van Gogh painted 'Wheatfield with a Reaper' in September 1889, the s...

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...

 Hello m' early springy pops,   In a momentary lull of rain this week, a couple of garden tasks were tackled (full details in next post). This, in addition to an epic welly walk, has ensured we've had a good dose of fresh air and vitamin D. Making the most of our once-daily-allowed-exercise-outing, we picked a sunny afternoon to follow  Penryn's Nature Trail . It is an absolute gem of a walk and we had tremendous fun, even if we did get caught in a couple of hailstone storms.  The start of the trail is best experienced by finding the hidden 'ope' (narrow alleyway) between two historic Penryn town houses on St Thomas Street. Lovely as it is, we cheated and skipped this section by joining the trail from behind the Methodist church.    At this time of year wellies are essential, and even then the eldest sprog managed to get a boot stuck in the mud, and landed sock down whilst we cackled with laughter. Luckily I always carry spare socks, pants & leggings...