Yesterday I opened my garden for the first time for NGS. This was an ambitious plan on my part as the garden was a paddock when we arrived in 2014. There was nothing here thanks to the former residents, a herd of goats.
In 2018 I have battled with a wet, cold winter which left standing water on my low-lying, clay soil as recently as April, followed by the driest Summer for 57 years.
Then, on the week of opening my garden, Thames Water decided to shut the lane to my house and put diversions in place. The final insult however was that the forecast was for rain!
The (NGS yellow) sunflowers were a market purchase to greet visitors on arrival and decorate the tea room aka the garage.
Sweet peas and dahlias in various shades of pink which I grow at work for Ali. I brought some of these home to decorate the tea tables.
I am pleased to report the afternoon was a great success: the rain held off, lots of people visited and perhaps most fun of all was that our very own Cathy joined by the Golfer came along. Cathy as we know is very knowledgeable about plants and floated around the garden chatting to visitors, answering questions. Meanwhile the Golfer did a sterling job, stood at the top of the lane waving traffic down towards the parking.
It was a really good day and I thought my garden did alright by the visitors. We raised just under £1400. Thank you to everyone who came.
Thank you to all my lovely helpers
The charities supported by NGS provide crucial care.
In memory of friends lost:
And for those currently undergoing care
Lucy and little Daisy, Get well soon!
In a Vase on Monday. Thanks for reading. D.
There may be a wedding going on, there may be a special footy match on but my smile is from pictures I took yesterday.
Pot grown Acers.
Golden rain tree, Laburnum
I hope your day is full of smiles. D.
Many more years than I care to calculate, I lived in Surbiton. There was a chap outside the station with a flower stall catching those commuters who needed to buy a bunch of flowers on their way home. There are many reasons why people buy flowers, good and bad, and with my companion we used to like to speculate who was buying and why. My abiding memory of the stall was less about the flowers, more about the banter. His catch phrase was bellowed in unsuspecting commuters ears “all buds, no duds.” This amused me but then perhaps I am easily amused.
So sharing my vase with you today as part of Cathy and her meme, the Surbiton florist came to mind.
Lots of buds yet to open on this Tête-à-tête arrangement of bulbs. I love the simplicity of the container, these tiny little flowers need no adornment. Thanks daughter Dorris. 💛
On my desk, another bud, this time a fattening camellia bud, cut from the garden.
This was tightly shut last week when I cut it. Slowly the warmth of the house has encouraged the bud to swell. I hope that it will eventually open to reveal its surprise: this pink bud will be a predominately white double flower.
Hopefully this won’t be a dud rather a fully functioning bud.
Have a good week. Thank you for reading. D.
Spring flowers are some of the most delightful, don’t you think? Perhaps it is because they signal better weather, and longer daylight hours. They show us that Winter is finally weakening its grip.
It is so much warmer here than of late, there are lambs appearing in the fields, lambs and daffodils. Bright and brassy yellow daffodils. These are Tête-à-tête the little short ones which, in some ways, I prefer as they tend not to get broken by the vagaries of the weather.
Tough-little-cookies could have been an alternative suitable name. A Saturday smile for you. D.
How lovely. On closer inspection those little buttercup type flowers were really soaked after the heavy rain yesterday.
Perhaps this note should just read ‘Stop the press: Spring is on its way.’
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