Investing in a colourful future

We are now closer to the start of winter than we are to the end of summer, and just to prove the point wintery weather made its presence felt as if to taunt us like some kind of bully.  “I know you don’t like me, but I just don’t care.  And to show you how mean I am I’m going to throw a storm at you.  So you better get used to it because you are about to step on my patch…  na na nee na naaaa!”

Waiting out the storm
Waiting out the storm

Poor old autumn is just confused and bemused.  He thought it was his turn and his leaves haven’t finished turning beautiful colours yet and they were being ripped from the trees by the big thug winter.  He is so easily walked over by winter.  I like autumn and can’t help but feel sorry for him.

You can tell it was a bad storm when the leeks are leaning
You can tell it was a bad storm when the leeks are leaning

Summer didn’t even care – despite our desperate longings for him to stick around as we cling tightly to anything that can remotely be claimed as warmth from the sunny season.  Like trying to sniff perfume from a beloved guest who has long since left the room.  Summer is long gone.

I'm getting pretty good at putting the peas back up!
I’m getting pretty good at putting the peas back up!

While the storm wasn’t devastating, it was still quite brutal with strong winds coming in sideways and rain so heavy it could saturate you with just a few drops.  Needless to say, we didn’t go outside.  I just stared out at the garden watching everything being blown this way and that and hoping for not too much damage.

You wouldn't be able to tell they had fallen - well almost
You wouldn’t be able to tell they had fallen – well almost

Now the storm has passed I have been able to do a bit of damage control, between the showers.  Although I did have to ask myself if it was the right thing to be out there in the aluminium framed greenhouse while thunder and lightning rumbled on in the distance.

Hopefully mine will look this good

The peas had blown over, but that was no surprise as they always blow over in the slightest of wind, and always after I have just decided they are looking really good.  I love it when my peas are straight and tall and clinging to the trellis in an orderly way.  Now they are all over the place – a tangled mess.  I really should figure out a strong, sturdy system for them.  But the thing is – I thought I had.  This year is the strongest frame I’d constructed yet, but the storm proved too much.

Happy tulip bulbs in fancy first class accommodation
Happy tulip bulbs in fancy first class accommodation – well around here it is! 

In the face of all of this bleak weather, I took a stand against the future and spent some time dwelling in the possibility of spring.  I planted some spring bulbs.  Take that winter – I can see beyond you and it will be beautiful!

One day this will be a riot of colour
One day this will be a riot of colour

I normally plant my spring bulbs in buckets with holes drilled in the bottom, but Hubby the Un-Gardener hates it.  He thinks they look messy and only look nice for about a week when flowering and then all the dying leaves are an eyesore.  He clearly doesn’t have the heart of a gardener, with an anticipation of the delightful colour to break the gloom and signal a much more colourful world as spring gives way to summer and greyness is banished.  He also completely misses that the dying leaves are storing goodness for the following year so we can rejoice in the coming of a new season even beyond a time we can only but imagine how much our lives will change.  Gardens are able to offer us a sense of the eternal in the space of a moment.  And so a short lived flower should be cherished.

How could you resist growing something that looks this fabulous

So this time I invested in a long ‘proper’ container with which to nurture some tulip bulbs.  I couldn’t help myself and bought some ranunculus as well, but only because they looked so pretty on the packet.  Having said that I also have a large number of older bulbs that I recovered from some buckets that had seen better days and I guess I can give Hubby the Un-Gardener that point.  But buckets are cheap, so I may need to pick up some fresh ones and grab the drill, all in the name of investing in a colourful future.

Come again soon – the dismal days are just beginning.

Sarah the Gardener  : o )

6 thoughts on “Investing in a colourful future

    1. Hi Linda. It can be an interesting adventure in a new ‘old’ garden. They say you are supposed to wait a year before making changes so you can see what is there – but I don’t think any keen gardener would be able to restrain themselves for that long. I’m sure it will be a fabulous. Cheers Sarah : o )

  1. Lol, oh my I shudder to think what your hubby would make of some of my planters – the car wheel (not tyre) with strawberry plants in it, the old sink and cistern, soon to be home to some of my flowers, oh and let’s not forget the empty, compost bags which, turned inside out, make fabulous potato growing bags 🙂

    1. Hi Elaine. I’m all for upcycling and recycling. I once grew kumara (sweet potato) in black sacks and it worked really well – I like to think of it as shabby chic. I may need to remind him of the boat project in my driveway. It makes a few buckets of greenery look positively delightful! Cheers Sarah : o )

  2. I love planting bulbs, then almost forget about them till spring. We don’t have much luck with tulips (it’s too warm in the winter) but I do enjoy narcissus daffodils and snowdrops. I’ve also had good luck with hyacinth which I could inhale all day long.

    I”m sorry to hear that winter has arrive ahead of schedule. Our summer is here to early as well and I’m not happy about it.

    1. Hi Alys. I need to plant some hyacinth too – I love their smell. The weather seems to be all over the place these days. I do hope you get some much needed rain at some point soon.
      Cheers Sarah : o)

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