Alan's Blog

There was a chill in the air this morning but by 11am the sun was out and the garden looked good in all it’s late summer glory. The first of the real Daturas has flowered, alas the white doubles have never germinated but I will try again next year.

Paul has finished painting stage one of the house and he is off to New York next week on holiday so George and I will be left to plot and plan for next year. We will open the garden for the NGS and TS5C on July 12th next year. When Paul comes back we will plough on and finish the Temple.

The great Pumpkin patch has started to fill up. I was most surprised to see them as George has not told me we were growing them, now of course its BIG BIG pumpkin for the Autumn show and Halloween. I expect to see one of them duly on show.

The Black Hamburg grapes are also fattening up, if that’s what grapes do and Kim is going to try a recipe from Pliny the Elder to make a sough dough and then make some roman bread. It all goes on here.

One of the pleasures of living in Somerset and especially Glastonbury is the climate. We rarely get snow and our weather on the whole is benign and this allows us to grow a variety of plants, shrubs and flowers which normally we would have trouble with. This alas also means bugs and nasty hornets like the environment. However, some we like and one flew into the garden this morning and worked his though it could be her way over the Phlox’s. A Humming Bird Hawk Moth. Alas they move so quick it was hard to capture a good picture. I hope there may be some eggs lain somewhere.

Weather wise the old rhyme June July’s golden sun brings forth August fun is not up to date this year. Dull days threat of rain then sun then rain the lawn is not burnt like last year but in need of a good soak.

It is surprising how quick the tempo in the garden has changed now the NGS opening is over. I like this tempo better. Gone is the frantic rush now we have time to enjoy the garden as it should be and that is good.

Paul has started to redecorated the back of the house and Laura is now down to just Friday which is good all round, George has been away for a week and Finn well Finn is Finn.

The garden is quite and peaceful no rushing around time to sit in my dressing gown and enjoy an early cup of tea. All that intensive work has paid off we have all this week been able to just relax a bit an enjoy. However, a wash up of last Sunday has given us much food for thought, we are planning a Lupin bed and now must move ahead on finishing the Temple.

Well the great day has come and gone, peace reigns in the garden broken only by bird song and the helicopters taking the wealthy home from Pilton where there was some sort of music festival.

The garden looks just perfect , every one apart from me has worked so hard and will do so I know until next Sunday for the opening. Cakes are being baked tables got ready Urns and cups and saucers ordered now lets pray for fine weather and lots of visitors.

I sat and watched the sun creep up over the Tor the distant sounds of horns and cheering reached me and a Blackbird then sun in the day, what more could one ask for.

The garden looks just perfect. Every one apart from me has worked so hard and will do so I know until next Sunday for the opening. Cakes are being baked tables got ready urns and cups and saucers ordered now lets pray for fine weather and lots of visitors.

Two weeks to go and every one is now working hard to get the garden worthy of an opening. New pots have been planted up , Laura was at the Gardeners World show and brought some new dark red geraniums which look stunning in the terracotta pot. George is making sure that we are all pulling our weight and ensuring that the garden is tip top.

May has slipped into June and the garden is bursting with life. Blackbirds young, old and nesting are all over the garden fighting for worms and grubs, birds all over the garden including Woodpeckers and young whilst the Thrushes swooping in and out but sing as though there is no tomorrow.

Sweet May full of spring flowers and fields full of hay.

I am not sure about the fields, but the garden has been full of spring flowers and now, as I write this, it’s the 23rd and another Bank Holiday is just upon us, where has the year gone?