My hidey-hole
I have been pulled off the internet and more into ‘real life’, lately…and consequently I forget all about this poor little blog. I think I’m still managing once a week, and sometimes more, but still…I do keep forgetting.
I made 5 or 6 sticks the other day but that was a little while ago…the creative front has been quiet lately, at least as concerns jewellery. Right now, I’m more concerned with weeding and raking and (tiredly) examining large areas that could/should be turned into giant perennial beds. Gardening…especially woodland gardening…is exhausting work. Ever fought with a forest of tree roots? If you haven’t…avoid it. It’s like wading through cement.
But at least I have blooming things to cheer me on as I try to gear up from winter into the living season (as far as I’m concerned, winter is a dead season, and unhealthy, like living in a dank dungeon for years on end. I wonder if it’s obvious that I dislike winter? Well, I’m Canadian, you know…winter where I live lasts half of the year rather than just a third or a quarter.)
Some of the 3 or 4 hundred tulips I planted last year have come up…this time I did all reds, yellows, oranges and whites, all for the woodland garden. You can see some of the early ones below…
Three years ago (I think) I did the lane garden mostly in purples, blues and pinks, so the bulbs I put in are white and purple. You can see them as well, if you like…
And just behind the lane garden (which still hasn’t sprouted enough yet to look at all filled in) in true hermit fashion, I have stowed an ooooold wooden chair under the boughs of a beautiful blue spruce, in such a way that from most angles, most people don’t even see me when I’m sitting there, and I feel like I’m on a woodland throne. For beauty’s sake I suppose I’ll have to paint the chair, but I do like how it blends in as it is.
I now retreat to my sunlit cave…
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