My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

My Garden ~ surviving a hot day

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It’s been the hottest day this month – 26 to 27 degrees C at our place. My focus remains maintaining moisture. I use green mulch to cover the soil and to attract beneficial insects, and compost in raised garden beds – my answer to gardening on hardpan clay. Snapshots taken late this afternoon show some plants I’m growning.

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Sweetcorn  Green Mulch Purple Sage Potato  Santolina

 

New raised beds    Borage/comfrey     Purple Sage             Potato-‘Heather’          Santolina  

This year, I’m trying out a late potato variety called Heather. According to my garden centre info sheet  it has a purple skin, is oval shaped, has a smooth skin, is white fleshed and cooks well.  I’ll see how it goes.

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

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