Spring has sprung, the grass is ris,
I wonder where the boidies is The boid is on the wing, But that’s absoid From what I hoid
The wing is on the boid!
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| the beautiful blackbird - with an unfortunate latin name! |
Okay so I've been doing a lot of phonetics with holly at school and it seems to be creating all sorts of trouble with the old rhyme my dad used to say when the spring arrived. It's well and truly arrived, well on some days anyway. The rest of the time it seems to be caught between pooh bears blustery day and Pygmalions rain in Spain.
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| Nectaroscordum siculum, out and dancing in the sunshine in one of my gardens in Thatcham |
But with everyone itching to get out into their gardens I've been getting calls to design gardens and create planting plans, which is awesome!! While it's been great designing my own garden and working at the allotment. Getting the opportunity to create something special for someone else is always exciting. I love creating. It's so satisfying to see the look on clients faces when they like what you've come up with. It's always nerve wracking the journey to their house as I take my precious ideas to them. How will they react? Is it going to be a disaster? Will there be tears, and if so, theirs or mine?
So far I'm my career it's always been positive, and I breath a sign of relieve. It must be something to do with my need for acceptance!
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| one of my garden designs, inspired by peacock feathers |
So as I've been juggling surveys, designs and meeting new landscapers, my own garden has been growing, and growing. It seems to change every day which is very exciting. I still love walking out every morning to see what's flowered, if anything needs attention. But now I have a list as long as my arm (or maybe two arms, they are quite short!)
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| the bees are so busy it's truly difficult to photograph them! Geranium Roxanne and Alchemilla mollis staying still for the camera. |
