High summer here in Tassie.
I have been plating a few seeds, protected from the ravages of the beasties who are trying to take over the vegetable garden, Mrs Snail and Mr Slug. I'll transplant the seedlings later when they are big and strong.
We are down to the last pumpkin from 2015, it's only small thank goodness as I have a couple of kilos of pumpkin already peeled and chopped and ready to use in the freezer. The last but one pumpkin decided it was never going to be used and started to rot so we popped it on the garden to make some new pumpkins for us.
When I first moved back to Tassie nearly 30 years ago Mum, my sister and I had a market stall at a little Sunday market in town. I made teddy bear clothes and jewellery, my mum did baking and decoupage, I can't remember what my sister made and dad made some wooden planter boxes. I have a couple of of the planter boxes still. The one near the side gate used to have a lemon scented geranium and various bulbs and forget-me-nots. For some reason the geranium turned up its toes and died in the spring so I sowed some old packets of lettuces, a variety. They were all out of date but they have popped up and provide a little bit of green yumminess for salads and sandwiches and somehow the snails haven't found them. I tell you what, I do miss Charlie the duck, she worked very hard on pest control in the garden.
Usually when the garden is so very dry and sad and dusty from the dry summer I can't bear to be out in the garden, this year feels different for some reason and I hope I can keep the momentum going to make the garden all it can be, tackle some of the no go zones and enjoy the peace a happy garden brings.
My mum used to garden for the old lady round the corner, my mum in her 80s looked after the garden of a lady in her late 90s. Last year Mrs Tyson passed away, she was almost 100. The family no longer needed a gardener and when mum finished up with the garden they wanted her to take whatever pot plants she wanted.
She gave me Mrs Tyson's begonia, which was old and gnarled but very healthy. I had it hanging under a tree to be safe from the frosts but the frosts last winter were fierce and the plant was burnt badly by the cold. Next a moved it to a spot under the man fern where the frost never falls. This time the strong winds whipped down the side of the house, knocked every thing off my potting bench and blew the begonia clean out of its pot. It just looked like a a mess of old potting mix with a dead stump in it.
I popped the plant back in the pot, gave it some new soil and hung it near the laundry window, I watered it well and then watered it again a few days later, a piece of grass grew. I ignored the begonia for a while just giving it a little water whenever it crossed my mind when I was putting the washing on. And you know the rest of the story, that's it in the picture below. It is coming back to life. Such pretty leaves. I wonder what colour the flowers will be?