My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth


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Cyclamen growing on ancient steps – if only the flowers could speak

Cyclamen miniatureThe miniature cyclamen growing in my garden reminds me of our wonderful trip on Christmas Eve (2010) to Umm Qais near Jordan’s borders with Israel and Syria. This amazing city was one of a decapolis – ten Roman cities. From there we had fantastic views of the Gallilee, the Golan Heights and the Yarmouk Gorge.

I saw miniature cyclamen growing on ancient steps and stonework. We took in the incredible silence, the deep sense of world events played out here over time in ways that have shaped our modern lives.

IMG_0176Did the people who lived in this ancient city grow and enjoy cyclamens for pleasure as I do? If only the flowers and stones could speak.

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Nature’s early spring blossoms beauty wow factor is a tonic after our dreary, long, muddy and wet winter. It’s time to enjoy the random bursts of blue flowers and bee-friendly plants.

Bees love the manuka

Manuka provides food for the bees

Drift of ground cover on driveway bank

Drift of ground cover on driveway bank

Bromeliad

Bromeliads – my rescue plants

Omega plums are great for freezing and cooking

Reminded that Omega plums are great for freezing and cooking

Brighten up a dreary drain area. Plan to plant more next season.

Brightening a dreary drain area. Plan to plant more next season.

Bees love the herbs

Bees love herbs. Growing thyme among spring flowers.


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Of Cardiac and Chicken Events

Twenty months have slipped by since I penned my last post. I had good intentions to write weekly. Life got in the way. Himself had a cardiac event that triggered a string of interventions. Life takes on a new perspective. It is a great blessing to have a good neighbour. Neighbour’s very old farm dog tried to get into the ambulance with Himself after he collapsed in the paddock. A few wise woofs to the ambo crew from an old dog who’d seen it all before when Neighbour suffered a similar situation a year previously.

In our absent-mindedness, Neighbour grazed his animals in our paddocks. Green dollars exchange is to be commended. He repaired flood-damaged fences and applied worm fertiliser to the pastures. And so the rural routines carried on at our place. And nature ignored the human situation. Tress grew. Rain fell. Garden weeds thrived. The moon waxed and waned. The sun rose and shone. Himself and I have been lucky. We did as prescribed for post-cardiac surgery. I say ‘we’  – it’s a team effort.  Life continues. We’re getting back into our routines and are about to tackle some big jobs. I’ll write about these over time.

Meanwhile, chickens. It’s Ag Day at the end of this month at our grandson’s school. Chickens rule the roost . Master 7 year-old chose the day-old chicken raising project. Brown Shavers. So cute. Because the nights are a bit cool yet and they are only three weeks old, they’re still overnighting in a cage inside our house. Last two or three days have been warm so the chicks have enjoyed time outside in the coop. It is well netted to the cat’s chagrin. The adult hens and rooster are most curious. Chickens without a mother hen.

5 Outdoors 1st run in chicken cage 5 Warm back inside box

Gardening and nature is therapy and gives strength. To my special delight, bees are working the borage and other spring blossoms in my garden.

Bees love borage