This year is the year we make the most of the garden I always complained we didn’t have.
We have the huge BBQ fit for thirty. We have the cattery fit for three cats and we only have Jethro. We have ripped out all the old crap and top-soiled the single, small-garden-long bed ready for planting. We have raked the shingle covering most of the floor out there and de-weeded the awful (and I mean AWFUL) hexagonal patio stones in pink and yellow (who chooses PINK and YELLOW?) that cover anything else flat out there.
I would love to (and here I mean I dream about the day when I can…) rake up, bag and bin the shingle, cover it with the most awesome and realistic artificial turf around and smack wooden deck over the horrid patio stones (cause, even though they’re shocking they’re damn solid and perfectly flat!)
But, until I save enough pennies to do this I’ll have to make do. Today, we went and bought three, tall, charcoal, square, tapering planters and mozied onto the next place where we were much more enamoured with the range of greenery for sale. We bought ourselves an olive tree (only two foot tall), a beautiful bright-red leafed Acer (Japanese Maple) and a kind of lovely flat leafed grassy thing which was slightly pink and had the word ‘Flamingo’ in it’s name. Excellent. So, about one hundred pounds lighter, we returned home with our spoils.
Yesterday, we did pretty much the same thing, minus the planters and olive tree but still spending about forty quid on plants! This included a lovely Hosta (a favourite of mine alongside the Japanese Maple we know own) and some beautiful, low growing, heart-shaped leafed, silvery thing I shall add a picture of…
Oh and before this we also purchased a couple of another fave of mine, Ranunculus and some more bedding type flowers for colour to go alongside more favourites; a gorgeous pink Hydrangea, some Lavender, Thyme and a Rosemary plant. All pictures will be included.
I love September; so this post will be dedicated to everything that reminds me of September, everything that this month is to me, everything that screams memories, thoughts and ideas about this month.
Firstly, of course, it’s the month of mine and Other Half’s birthdays. So, presents and cake!
And the Seasons really do become quite apparent when September hits.
And, as you know me so well, I do like a nice autumn-y scent to snuggle up to after a breezy walk back from pub! 😉
No, this isn’t me but I don’t have a good pic of any of my Mam’s home made Aran jumpers she has knitted me. Still, aran means snuggly warmth without a coat- September. Follow the link to get yourself one.
With me wanting to become a Primary School Teacher, September yells “Back To School!”
At this precise moment I’m sat in what seems to be early morning darkness. The rain is lashing down on my garden and my little car outside, I have the promise of getting drenched cycling to work and I feel really good about it. Rain in September is special. It’s invigorating; it adds to the damp and softly decaying smell of leaves on the ground (a reminder of the rural home and village I grew up in) and it lasts ALL DAY. The energy and simple cleanliness of Mother Nature at it’s best after a hot summer. The darkness too isn’t quite as foreboding or depressing this month. I’ve only just noticed it getting darker and I can rearrange my furniture for cosiness. Jethro isn’t so pleased. He doesn’t like going out when the rain is coming down practically sideways but he watches it fall from his perch on the back of the sofa in the front window, listening to the noise it makes on the plastic corrugated sheeting of our conservatory roof.