We watch Chelsea Garden Show, every year which is always beautifully done down to the last pebble laid upon anyones pathway. It is really a show,showing the bones of their garden in their allotted space. Dressed up with pots of expensive and inexpensive planting to set into place the illusion it is growing there.It is a brilliant piece of British established theatre.
In reality there is no such thing as a quick fix garden, it takes time until one can go into that living space one has, and call it an established garden. In this comment there is no snobbery attached on my part,as we were very hard up for cash at the time of constructing the bones of the tiny gardens around us. While others around us went on vacation we remained with one garden holiday adventure each summer as the dial of time turned,and it took seven summers to build it all.
The artisan gardens, that were worth every blister and further prolonged ach we both had. We lived on jam butties,and lettuce sandwidges in order to afford each little raised up piece. Nothing comes for free.We did not starve. We just got fat upon the fun of it all ,as we got wet muddy dirty in grinning smiles every day of gardening construction. It was when we were working in the gardens that the tiny birds about the place became our little friends.
That window of opportunity was just correct and right,a year after I was laid low upon the fabric of disability and housebound. It is a darn good job we love our surroundings including our little white ivy clad home and my dusty spreading out in - adventures within it.
As I typed this Mrs B,is kindly taking cuttings of shrubs in the garden just beyond my window,to eventually pass onto our friends, astablished plants for next year. It all helps others out,who view our jungle about the place,and admire the weird and wonderful plants.
"Watch your eyes," I always say, "As we have some pretty dangerous spiked plants fit and pointed sharp enough to blind an eye out." I cut those spikes off,but Mrs B,does not like me for the doing of it. " Well one only gets one set of eyes you know?" I always say.
A couple of years from now those spikes of the two we have will be way above head height,and so will harm nobody. The plants are Yucca`s, over thirty two years old, and I brought them from my tiny garden in the City when they were a foot high.
They have never flowered,as seen above,and I hope to see them do it before I pop my clogs!
BB