GARDENING HIGH

"A good day, ain't got no end. A bad days when you lie in bed and think of things that might of been." (Paul Simon from, Slip sliding away.)


Well I had a good day yesterday. I was up with the sun and out in the garden, pruning, digging, snipping, moving plants and killing my back...but loving it. I guess the endorphins from hard physical labour mixed with the beauty coming out of the earth gives one a "Gardening High".

Normally I moan and groan when I have to weed, rake or cut lawn or prune...but yesterday was I was a wonder!

I have inherited an already made perennial garden from the previous owner of my house. I must give him an accolade here "George Blake was a gardening artist!"

His Genius is in the layout of the flowers , like an English garden. Swatches of perennial...here and there all over the place. At first I was mowing over Yarrow and tulips. It took me 4 years to find out what everything was and where it was going to come up. (Still not sure of it all.)
There are Tulips of all kinds, Bare Naked Ladies (Fall crocuses)in a large arc starting at the front of my yard to near the back, Lillies of all stripes, Rhubarb, Gooseberrys, red currants. There is so much more.

Most often, I have found it an onerous chore to carry on Georges tradition. Most of the time , I just mow around everything, but every once in a while...I have a gardening high day.


Today I think I will just blog and read.