I’ve come to do another blog post and I feel a bit unimaginative and dreary because the first thing I wanted to say was that it’s windy and rainy and so I’m drinking a cup of tea while writing this…. Except that’s the last thing I said in my last post. Sigh. Reality can bite, eh!
Yes, the end of summer in this part of Scotland is like this. It was like this last year too. Gales and week-long spells of rain just dominate the beginning of September. It’s nearly noon and I have the lights on just to sit at the computer to write this. That’s the thing about being so far north; the shorter days come very, very quickly. But, on the flip-side, the longer days do come to us more quickly up here at the start of each year too – so that’s something to look forward to!
See! I’m being optimistic. This is what a cup of tea does!
Late summer is a time I look forward to, though. It’s when the crocosmias and hydrangeas bloom and I do love both those plants! I quite like a good, bold, structural flower.
It’s also a time when I must admit that I’m tired of trying to keep up with the pace of everything growing in the garden, weeds included. So, in a way I do look forward to a bit of a rest. It’s bad to admit that, isn’t it? But remember when I told you that the Hubs always said that I should take things at a measured pace instead of scunnering myself? It only somewhat works for me. I have managed to never get ticked off with a project over the years, and I have always finished everything I’ve started but, I do need a bit of a break from the garden projects at certain points. Sometimes you just need to take a step back and have a breather. This is always that point for me.
What all the garden mags say for late summer is true though, washing empty flower pots is key right now. I learnt that the hard way when I left it a few weeks too late. It’s no fun washing out loads of seedling pots in freezing water, no matter what gloves you have on. So, at some point in the next few days (hopefully in some sort of sunshine where I can actually feel the rays of the sun – too much to hope for?) I will be washing my seedling pots and cursing the sheer number of them under my breath! Ha!
