Number 3 April 2019
With a mixture of poor weather and a lack of time our lovely garden is in need of some dedicated work. We have planted beetroot and borlotti beans, peas and lettuce, courgettes and many flowers but there are trays full of plants waiting to go in the ground.
It is exciting to see life in the garden begin to stir; the geraniums, mallow and chives are budding and tiny nasturtiums are peeking through the soil. The fig tree is stubbornly refusing to open its tiny buds but the plum is a real show-off and racing ahead and we have some beautiful ferns rescued from the drain for our shaded area, you know, for when the sun just gets too hot!
And on those few treasured days of glorious English summer we can rest and enjoy the sounds and smells of nature all around us, the Dexter cattle from Ruskin land, the beating of a heron's wings as he flies overhead and the buzzing from our neighbour's hives.
We are grateful for the many plant donations we have received and to our new volunteer. Now it is time to get muddy!
No 2 Mach 2019
In March we dreamed of afternoon tea in the Workshop Garden among the Hollyhocks, Lavender and Mallow but the wind was cold and the ground heavy and wet - disappointing after February's warm days and not suitable for planting.
Some seeds have been bought and sewn in the mini-greenhouse and the first sunflowers are germinating. The rhubarb is showing its face and the dwarf plum tree is blossoming.
We have planned an exciting project to build a living-willow arbor and another shaded area with ferns and Hostas to get away from the hot sun - seriously.
At the moment we are full of plans and dreams and talk about beetroot soup and raspberry buns and summer doesn't seem so far away.
No 1 February 2019
Our vision of happy people drinking tea in our garden on a sunny day now seems like a possibility.
February has been unseasonably warm and the birds have been singing their little hearts out.It is hard not to get carried away and plant too early only to find that hard frosts and even snow are still inevitable.
The raised beds are built and one has been filled. The vegetable patch has been dug over. Now we can dream of rows of orange carrots, bulbs of purple garlic, round courgettes and pink-speckled borlotti beans. We can almost smell the soup, the herbs and spices and red hot chillies jumping out of the pan, mingling with the aroma of warm apple cake drifting from the workshop cafe; the voices of children chiming on the breeze.