Yesterday was a beautiful day, Geoff & I spent some hours working in the herb garden. We’ve been sorting out the Arnica & Hypericum beds. The Arnica is dormant all Winter, it spreads by runners, so grows much like a ground cover in early Spring. In the small spaces between plants dozens of tiny weeds pop up, & it’s a painstaking job getting them out. It’s important to keep on to the weeding now, so the Arnica can get a good growth burst, without being checked, & in the Summer that should give us a good yield of flowers.

The Hypericum is almost the opposite, its has crept across the garden & started to invade other plants, so we have dug up the wanderers & buried a length of wood in the ground as a barrier. We used to have a problem with beetles eating the roots of it, they were introduced to keep the wild plants at bay, as it’s classified as a noxious weed. The last couple of years we’ve been beetle free, so the Hypericum patch is robust & lush. To grow it here, we had to get permission from the council, we have to make sure it doesn’t spread, & cut off any seed pods & destroy them.

Last evening I wandered around with the camera, taking some shots I could use here. Over night there was a heavy frost, there were quite a number of casualties, the Walnut tree, Magnolia. Fig, some Salvias we were hardening off, some poor things got hit about 2 weeks ago, & their second lot of tender growth has been burnt, the Tree Dahlias, Cannas, Daylilies. I was pondering on the resilience needed to be a garden … & a gardener, many life lessons get learnt dealing with the (mostly) temporary blows the garden suffers. We learn about optimism, perseverence, loss, following a dream, success, time management, patience, resilience & budgeting! The sense of the seasonal flow is reassuring, if not this year then maybe the next, or maybe it will take 5 or 10 years, no matter, the seasons will come & go, each with their own magic & wonder. (I can see there’s a frustrated philosopher hiding in me.)

When we moved to Millstream, our house was in the middle of a sheep paddock, it’s hard to believe now, 20 plus years on, as we are surrounded by trees & shrubs, shade loving plants, how we yearned for those in the early days. Planting potential trees, less tha a meter tall, we had no way to envisage what we were creating, & we were very amateur gardeners then, so it is with delight that we watch the young leaves unfurl on the tall deciduous trees around our garden, & with a familiar sense of loss & hope that we view the damage left by the frost.

Photo of Arnica below.