“Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words”. Plautus
In two days’ time, we will be celebrating a (rather large) wedding anniversary. Time to crack open a bottle of bubbly and cook a couple of local steaks over a wood fire by the stream, served with melting new potatoes and a leafy, herby salad from the garden. Perfect!
Another anniversary is looming, though: it is almost a year since we moved here and were greeted by something closer to a jungle than a garden. Twelve months (and a lot of hard work, frustration and laughter) later, a garden is slowly evolving from the chaos. At LONG last we are fully self-sufficient in vegetables and soft fruit again; there are promising rows of leeks and brassicas to see us through the winter; the garden is a riot of colour, the flowers are a-buzz with pollinators and everywhere we look there are young birds testing their wings and voices. There’s still much to do, plenty of projects in the pipeline for the next year and no doubt new ideas will pop up as we go along. It’s not a problem, we’re in no hurry and I don’t think a garden is ever really ‘finished’ – where would be the fun in that? No more words now . . . I’ll let the photos do the talking.