Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' puny pumpkins,   Well I think we're long due a catchup aren't we!?! Family health (of the ultra rare variety) and a sticky trap work situation have made for the toughest summer of my life. The garden simply hasn't been able to console me on this occasion. At least going through the motions have provided fresh air and exercise.   This past week has been lovely though. My littlest's child played in her first brass band concert, which was followed with the finest tea & home made cake. As per usual, it rained on Bonfire night, but we got a good view of the fireworks from the back window. Yesterday I had a giggly road trip with my girls  - details to be shared in my next post. I also finally started my new job. For the first time in months I am feeling relaxed. The autumn mists have restored a calm, 'can do' attitude. As I've been away from Blogland for a bit, I'll try to keep this post short. I'd very much like to catch up on s...

Just a quick one today m' crystal gazers, Following my recent illegal island grab*  (see here ), and another couple of camping trips, I temporarily landed back at my beloved Longmizzle just in time for autumn.  The garden feels neglected and confused. The Rhododendron is in flower and my poor pumpkins have split due to a September heatwave. *I was forceably removed by the authorities that be. In other weird phenomena news... During the heatwave we saw hundreds of Crystal Jellyfish washed up at Coverack Cove. A rare site to see in the UK, they glow in the dark and aimlessly float with the warm tides.  Crystal Jellyfish - Coverack Cove, Cornwall (9th September 2023) There was a strange static energy hovering in the air. That night an almighty electrical storm struck, with forked lightening and the loudest thunder I have ever encountered. The earth beneath the tent shook. By morning, rather than feeling tired through lack of sleep, I felt super charged by jump leads.  ...

  Where hath that Lulu of Longmizzle been hiding out? It is a question the long suffering Monsieur often wonders at the weekends. Weirdly he has an app that tracks her beautiful bobbing bonce. Sometimes her big head mistakenly appears floating in areas over the English Channel, miles from land. On other occasions, the app correctly locates the elusive one.  Welcome to Island Life!  St Michael's Mount, Cornwall   St Michael's Mount garden is now closed to the public until next spring.  Saint Lulu can kick back with a drone delivered Friday night Kakahari curry and choice cold cider.  From a towering tower, she keeps a stern eye on the mainland peasants trying to reach the mount via the tidal causeway. Some are brazen enough to roll their trousers up to their knees for the crossing. These cheap flints simply cannot afford the ferry crossing. Soggy pockets lead to soggy Lidl receipts. Ferry crossers maintain their Waitrose receipt integrity. Before her Knight...