A cool respite from the Summer sun, amongst nature’s weird shapes and wonderful textures.
Trying to find more interesting ways of recording the plants around the place at certain times of year, I pressed some of the plants back in June.
(Honestly, learning proper photography is genuinely high on my priority list – you will see an improvement at some point!!)
I think the delicate grasses and smallest, most fragile leaves came out the nicest.
It’s not even a fraction of what’s out there.
It’s an absolute privilege to be able to stand out here, listening to the breeze in the grasses and the ticking of insects, and the high, mournful cry of a buzzard being chased around by skraking crows.
Butterflies, slow-worms, grass-hoppers, bees, frogs, toads, spiders, fleas, flies, dragon flies and birds… by the time the deer flatten the grasses with their evening gatherings, we’ve seen more business than Piccadilly Circus, and yet, tranquility reigns.
Only nature can be its most busy, its most industrious and still soothe the nerves and nourish the spirit.
Wildlife is great…
Someone took a comedy bite out of my courgette.
I’ll be honest, we haven’t been overrun with produce from our new veg patch, but it was late going in, and the micro-climate here makes everything late on top of that, so I’m not worried. I’ve still got things coming along in the growing tent, and didn’t have unrealistic expectations for the first year.
The herbs are more than enjoying the new sunny spot, and I’ve been extremely grateful for them!
It’s gardeners instinct to grab hold of your own personal rescue remedy when you’re in a stressful situation. My go-to recently has been mashing fresh mint leaves and lavender flowers and taking a great big sniff when I need a bit of a brain bath after getting stuck in a funk, going over the same stale thinking that inevitably grinds everything to a total halt.
Nice when what you need is a reboot, a rinse out, a sharp smack to blast out the cobwebs. The menthol hits first, like an ocean wind clearing through a strip of thick fog, then the mellower tones follow through.
I find that the fresh plants are miles more effective than any essential oils – I wonder if it’s the inclusion of that Green that comes with a fresh plant that you just can’t bottle? That sense-connection between the ancient animal in you, and the foundational properties of a living plant?
It’s rescued me a few times of late. A little balm for the frayed nerves, or at least the introductory level to regaining my perspective.
I guess even brains need a spring clean. Especially if, like mine, they’re prone to ker-lunking along rather than easy riding…
Roses are great. We have such luck with roses (none of my own doing I can assure you), that I’m guilty of taking them a bit for granted.
I’m always looking at the gaps and problems in the garden and thinking up ways to solve them; sometimes you literally do have to wake up and smell the… well, you know.
Also my pet project: a rescued Venus Fly Trap.
I love that the flowers have to be on such a long stem so that the plant doesn’t accidentally eat its own pollinators…