Tasmanian Gardening

I have enjoyed myself enormously, sharing my gardening experiences with gardening companions world wide but, like the plants, this lady is approaching the Winter time of her life. I will let the garden have the last word.

After all, the dirt engrained in our hands and under our finger nails looks exactly the same, no matter what our gender!

But, in the mean time, I am taking insurance by printing out large photographs taken over the past years to attach to my articles in Suite101.com!

The closing of the gardeners’ year? I don’t think so!

I feel quite excited, I now have to think what I will place in the middle of the square and maybe have an excuse to visit a nursery!

But it didn’t take them so long to pick the leaves of the tobacco plant, dry them out and roll the leaves tightly and then stick them into their mouths and set fire to them. As a smoker, I wished they had only decided to grow them as very pretty ornamentals! ...

I hope that we lucky ones will extend the warmth and happiness we feel to those who have no homes, no gardens in which to find comfort

Kees and I have shared many happy moments, amongst the times of great anxiety and drama. We have busied ourselves in the creation of a beautiful thing, sharing the toil, the contentment, the anxiety and the sense of fulfilment.

I must mention how wonderful I find the fresh new leaves of the deciduous trees, the Birches, the Acers, the Beeches [that wonderful citrus green] and the other players that enhance the mid Spring gardens in our verdant Tasmania.

So, I will turn to my friend the garden and to the love of my family and do what I can do by not using poisons in the gardens, try not to gobble up too much water and give all that love back. I will try to work with Nature and ...

Kees has just come in and tells me the Larches are breaking into leaf. I feel an up lifting of my heart. Hope springs Eternal.