It's all about balance

I admit it, I was getting a trifle obsessed. All I could do was sit in front of the computer, looking at blogs, writing my blog, and waiting for my screen to load, because we have an embarrassing slow connection.
That changed today. I decided that I was going to live life in real time, not tenuously through other people's blogs.

I ventured outside.

The weekend newspaper had advised that now is the time to carry out the 3 P's in the garden. My age raddled brain could remember two of them, pruning and planting, but I am buggered if I can remember the third. Nevertheless, I soldiered on. I could have been a perfectionist and decided that a job wasn't worth doing unless it was done well, and if I didn't know the 3 P's, there was no way that I was going to do an incomplete job! But I did a bit of self talk, decided I was ridiculous and just looking for an excuse to turn the computer on, and proceeded to pull on the boots.

My vege garden is looking lovely and neat and tidy. The chinese greens are being harvested and the corn is nearly ready. I have made a whole lot of support frames for the peas and beans and,  because I have a penchant for old fashioned flowers, I have planted three types of sweet peas and some canterbury bells in the middle bed. Hopefully in a couple of months it will look something like Prince Edward Island, and I can wander around at dusk with a dreamy expression on my porcelein features. (For those who have never read Anne of Green Gables...you should)

My rosella's are coming on and are nearly ready for making jam. (Not a very good pic, better in real life)

I also planted some special Corndale garlic and gathered up our second bowl of pecans. This was done by my daughter wildy waved a tomato stake above her head, bashing at the tree like a pinata, and I scurrying on hands and knees, picking up whatever fell.

Moving on to the garden beds around the house I was amazed that under the jungle we had ginger and russian sage in flower. The benefit of pruning is that you get masses of cut flowers.

It is one of my aims in life to always have flowers in the house. It is so nurturing and celebratory. (Anne always had cut flowers) The two stems of ginger are filling the whole house with a heady, gorgeous perfume. It is sweet, but just stops short of cloying. Kind of like a gardenia.

And the russian sage, well it doesn't smell,  and it is a bit big and scraggly, but the velvety purple flowers are attractive, so I just dumped it , placed it with alot of care and attention, next to the fireplace.

And there my friends you have my productive day of  planting, pruning, picking upping, nurturing and celebrating. (Anne would be proud) xxNick