Rhythm and routine

The rhythm of the seasons changes again as we head from Summer into Autumn.  The nights are drawing in and there is a cooler breeze in the air.  It is all part of a the routine in the garden.

This is the time we cut back our lavender, most of which are intermedia varieties such as Grosso and Sussex.  They throw out longer stems with their pointed flower heads and come into flower later than our Angustifolia varieties.  But they extend the season and the drama of their massed array of flowers is a striking feature of the garden for an extended period in Summer.

Bees and Butterflies love our lavender and the garden is full of insects going about their busy business throughout Summer.  But now is the time to cut the lavender back hard and shape each plant creating an array of grey cobbles.

They will now put on around 3cm of growth before Winter comes and this insulation will help overwinter the plants.  But key to lavender growing is sharp drainage and that is what we have here with our chalky, thin, fast draining soil.

It is all part of the natural rhythm of the garden and the routine of the chores is as reassuring as the moving hand of a clock.  Seasons come and seasons go and the garden moves with them.

In the moment

It is now, right here, right now that the garden looks at its most lovely.  It looks beautiful at many times throughout the year and the changing seasons are to be savoured.  But at this particular moment in time, the garden looks a thing of great beauty. 

The length of the days, the brighter light, the young fresh greenness of late Spring. All come together for a moment in time I have longed for. 

Of course, it will not last.  Things will move on, the season will change, plants will fade. But this is a delicious, truly captivating moment to gently savour, treasure and breath in.

Brand new days

His name is Sidney and he is our new assistant head gardener.  No previous knowledge or experience of horticulture, not quite sure of the difference between a path and a border.  But he shows promise.  Keen to be outdoors, keen to learn.  Enjoys a good chew on a piece of turf and occassionally runs around uncontrolably like a mad thing.  But like Spring, he brings life, vigour and vitality to the garden and our lives.

We enjoy him enjoying and exploring the garden immensely.  Born on Boxing Day, this is Sidney's first Spring, the first time he has sniffed a tulip or encountered a watering can.  Everything is fresh and new, a thrilling experience and potential adventure. 

This will become his garden as much as ours and we treasure his first steps in taking his particular ownership of the space.  I have said before that gardens are more than plants, shrubs and trees.  They create magical memories and moments.  In years to come we will look back on these formative weeks and months and remember fondly the sparkle in Sidney's eye and the spring in his step.  The thrill that each new day in the garden brings.  What more can you ask for than a little friend enjoying being beside you in your garden and making you happy.  

Light and shade

It's here!  Spring, clocks tick forward an hour, longer days, shorter nights, more time to garden.  It is a time of light and shade.  Love it.

I have to say, the garden has weathered the Winter well.  Lost some lavender which we have replaced, lost even more Tulips which the mice have dug up and made off with to store them we know not where.  But overall, looking good.

We have hired a new assistant head gardener, our new puppy going by the name of Sidney.  He is the fifth Shar Pei to come and share our lives.  No concept as yet of what is a path and what is a border but he is just 13 weeks and has much to learn.  But this will be his space as much as ours and there is an exciting new world to explore.

Today has been productive.  Out early to jet hose the Orchard Room's cedar shingle roof.  Messy job with spray everywhere but the result is that this oak framed structure in our small orchard is looking fresh and new.  Job done.  Vanessa has been putting blood, fish and bone down in borders that are beginning to swell.  The level of growth from this point forward will be dramatic and borders will change almost by the hour.  Buds are opening, leaves appearing, be it that they are tiny.

To me, this is when the year starts its procession into a world of beauty and a landscape that stretches out into a productive Summer.

Valentines Day Massacre

The predominent Clematis we grow in this garden is a viticella 'Purpurea Pleana Elegans'.  It is an old variety going back to Tudor times but it works well climbing and entwining up and throughout our rusted arches and arbours which we have all around the garden.  The puffed out rosettes of petals have a soft rusty pink colour and are a profussion of flower in the second half of the Summer.

But today, Valentines Day, is the day I cut them all down to around 6 inches from the ground.  Over the course of the next 5 months they will regrow and create arches of form and colour.  This may look harsh but the plants thrive and look spectacular in Summer.

Otherwise the garden is beginning to awake from Winter slumber and buds and the leaves of Narcissus and Tulips are now arrowing out of the ground.  Hope, at this dull, dreary time of year, that Spring will come.

Memories

Gardens are not just about plants.  They are about memories, places to go to dream.  The creation of the garden here at Ordnance House began in late 2011 but each stage of its creation was a mile marker in my life which will remain with me forever.  A garden without the people who created it, those who come into it to visit and to relax, children at play in it, wildlife that come into it and beloved pets that roam within it, is simply not a garden.

An abiding memory of this garden is of our dog Jambo.  He sadly passed away just after Christmas.  He was a good age and we knew that at some point he would leave us.  But he suddenly became ill and we have lost him.  He was gloriously named Jambo Bwana as each of his litter were given African names.  But he has been a constant, always there at each stage of the garden's creation and as much part of it as any flower, plant or shrub.  He had little interest in gardening and mainly used the garden to stroll around and relax in.  As we gardened he snoozed.  But as well as being my assistant head gardener, he was also our head of meeting and greeting.  He loved people and found humans endlessly fascinating.  When groups visited the garden he was positively affronted if he was not allowed to mix and mingle with them.

His memory casts a shadow over the garden I look out upon now, even larger than the towering beech trees that stand like giants in the corners of our plot.  But at some point, soon I hope, a new, young, four legged friend will come into this garden.  He will explore it, be in awe of it, grow and become slowly more confident and then take his own ownership of it.  He too will create memories in that way that all our dogs before him have created, beautiful, wonderful and fulfilling memories which have enriched our lives.  For those of you who have loved and lost a pet, you will all understand.  The contract you sign when you have an animal come and live with you is to love them, care for them, look after them but ultimately to lose them. But for us these memories are entwined like ivy in and out of the times we spent creating this garden.

Goodbye my assistant head gardener.  Thanks for the wonderful, beautiful and everlasting memories.

Shift in seasons

The seasons are shifting again.  Summer is now but a fleeting memory.  This is the end of one gardening year, the beginning of another.  It is a time for clearing beds, planting bulbs and making the most of benign weather to get outdoors.  The days are shortening, leaves turning, days cooling.  It is part of shifting seasons and the cycle of the garden.

Our Summer pots are cleared and put away and new pots have been planted up with spring bulbs and Winter bedding.

But the big task is to replenish our vast stock of Alliums.  They are a signature of all our gardens and create the most astonishing late Spring displays.  Mt. Everest with its large white pom-pom head.  Purple Sensation, rich deep and as the name suggests purple.  Nigrum, smaller, later and white with flecks of purple.  All will be planted in the next couple of weeks to add to the large drifts we have running like veins through our beds and borders.  In the main central bed around which the garden rotates like a giant wheel of colour and form, these Alliums create an effect like a large raspberry ripple under the hawthorns that are formed above them into a floating cloud of foliage.  It is the garden's centrepiece and main focal point from our living room.

Vanessa and I approach the planting of the hundreds of bulbs in the garden at this time of year with great teamwork.  I lead with the bulb planter creating the holes while Vanessa follows popping the bulbs into each hole and covering them over.  It sounds like a big job but in reality there is a process, an efficiency and rhythm to it that makes the planting less of an effort than you might think.  It is the promise of what will surge out of the ground next Spring that makes it worthwhile.