Harvesting garlic and garden happiness

June 16, 2015

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garden

It’s that fine time of the year when my garden is incredibly lush and productive. The patio pots of annuals, encouraged by good soil and a little boost of 20-20-20, are stunning in their old favourites simplicity, the bird bath at the west fence needs constant refreshing because the birds love it so much, and the strawberries and raspberries are ripening daily, with the blueberries not too far behind.

In the veggie garden, the red Russian and Mexican garlics have flopped over and began to get that tell tale sign of bottom browned leaves which signals that harvest time is here. In the back of the garden, in her favourite spot on the twirling circle, my gardening companion Morgan is waiting for me to finish lifting the bulbs so she can inspect the harvest. And then, just as I gather my garlic on the little marble table and sit down, she jumps on my lap for a cuddle.

And I’m stuck! 😀

But what a lovely place to be stuck in. From the back of my garden I see a flicker calling from the peak of the roof of my lovely 1920s Craftsman cottage. The loft windows are open and I can see my grandmother’s old Singer. I’m thinking I really should use it more. I look across the veggie garden and realise that now there’s room to spread out the leeks, or maybe buy more kale plants, but for now, there’s a cat on my lap, the sun is shining thru the saved apple tree and catching the crystal leaves and glass globes, and there’s a lovely harvest of organic garlic beside me, which I grew myself. It’s happiness to be here.

And then, having had too much love, Morgan jumps off my lap leaving long-haired cat detritus behind and rolls in the leaves and sand on the twirling circle.

You win some, you lose some
Sunday at the cabin and coming home

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13 Comments

  • Reply debrashewhoseeks June 16, 2015 at 4:01 am

    Morgan is such a lovely cat!

    • Reply Veronica June 16, 2015 at 6:56 am

      I know! She needs an agent…lol.

  • Reply daryledelstein June 16, 2015 at 5:22 am

    does Morgan like garlic? i am told cats love garlic … mine, well all but Annie, love turkey, i cant have a sandwich in peace …thanks for sharing the lovely calm that is your garden … i always feel relaxed after ‘visiting’ you there ..

    • Reply Veronica June 16, 2015 at 6:52 am

      Oh gosh, I don’t know! Probably she would because she’s such a weird cat. She’ll pounce on anything dropped and munch it up, including mango and avocado.

      I’m glad you come there with me. Makes me so happy to share. 😀

  • Reply Rosemarie June 16, 2015 at 7:54 am

    It’s looking fab. There should be 2 Art in the Garden tours. It’s tempting to come by again. Thanks for sharing.

    • Reply Veronica June 16, 2015 at 5:50 pm

      Rosemarie, you’re so very welcome to pop round any time I’m in town. 😀

      • Reply Rosemarie June 16, 2015 at 10:48 pm

        Thanks so much.

  • Reply Ida P. Krause June 17, 2015 at 1:22 pm

    What a lovely post. It was filled with beautiful photos and you know I just can’t resist a gorgeous cat!

    • Reply Veronica June 18, 2015 at 3:43 am

      Thank you so much Ida. I must pop over and see what you and (your beautiful Coleen) are up to. 😀

  • Reply Julie@frogpondfarm June 17, 2015 at 6:44 pm

    Oh Veronica … what a beautiful post! You took me there with you. Such wonderful pics and your prose … Isn’t it great knowing when it is time to harvest things and be able to stand back and enjoy all your hard work. Lenny used to love to garden with me – or at least watch, but he is too old now which is a shame. And Grace our other kitty enjoys sleeping too much. Your cottage sounds wonderful. I loved reading about seeing your Grandmother’s old Singer – oh that brings back memories for me of my Mother’s machine and the smell of it as it joined layers of fabric. My mother was amazing on that machine … Thank you so much for sharing this with me .. I feel very lucky!

    • Reply Veronica June 18, 2015 at 3:42 am

      Aw, thank YOU Julie. I’m so glad you’re my friend and we share stories via our blogs. 😀 I always look forward to each new post from you.
      I love that sewing machine. It stands at the top of the stairs to my studio, so whenever I open the door, it’s the first thing I see. On it is my late father’s large glass paperweight which he bought in Murano. It’s a colourful aquarium paperweight complete with bubbles and fish, so against that window, it catches the light beautifully. xx

      • Reply Julie@frogpondfarm June 18, 2015 at 12:05 pm

        My dad used to tell stories all the time of yesteryear, I used to tease him and say ‘you have told me that so many times many before’. I would so love to hear those stories now. The good thing is, I have his old fork and spades, so he is always out in the garden with me ????

  • Reply Julie@frogpondfarm June 22, 2015 at 12:36 am

    No idea where those question marks came from! Sorry …

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