No matter if you are an experienced gardener trying a new type of flower or a newcomer in the art of gardening one of the most common mistakes you can make is either overwatering or not water your plants enough.
Disclaimer: Some plants DO require less watering because of their nature, such as succulents, let’s say, or, perhaps, cacti. This article is exclusively for non-extreme condition-loving plants.
Exotic garden plants used to be the preserve of stately gardens such as Kew, with huge glass houses and an army of staff to pamper these tender plants. Well times have changed and there are a wealth of plant suppliers that specialise in exotic plants now. There are more and more varieties being discovered and bred that are quite hardy and can tolerate the UK climate very well. Growing them at your own house would be almost as impressive and innovative as when this dude grew a flower in space. Here are some choices that would transform your outdoor space.
Starting with some lilies a particularly nice one is Crinium x powellii ‘Album’ commonly known as Cape or Swamp lily. Why it is known as swamp lily is a mystery as it requires good drainage. Planted in a sunny spot, in fertile soil it will provide you with sweet smelling, large, trumpet shaped white flowers.
Rain is what happens in the Lion King when they defeat the bad guys and it’s time for Simba to victoriously climb the Pride Rock. Spoiler alert though. But hey, if you haven’t seen the Lion King your childhood must’ve sucked anyway. So what is the logical conclusion about rain after this? That except when it drowns people in massive floodings, it is usually related to good.
Fun fact time: Some archers were competing outside when a rain poured so they had to go inside. And imagine how frustrating is to cancel your aiming skills competition just because of the rain! So what did they do? Of course, they started throwing small arrows at a round board. It has nothing to do with archery but at least they satisfied their competitive personality disorders. And that’s how darts was invented.
Guidelines on how to landscape a sloping garden like a real expert:
Sloping gardens are often perceived as troublesome by new homeowners, but truth is they are more of an opportunity than an stumbling block. If you’re reading this, I’m already assuming you’re out of garden ideas for your steep garden and everything is going downhill(get it, get it). Silly puns aside, levelling a sloping garden may seem like the disadvantages of it are overcoming the initial idea(or situation). But as landscaping goes you can never be too creative, and of course, make the best of any terrain, be it on a slope. So here are a few ideas of how terracing a sloping garden should go then: Continue reading “[COMICS] How to Landscape your Steep Garden like a Pro: Hints for Designing Gardens on a Slope.”→
While sitting here and enjoying my garden I happened to notice this small bee that was perambulating carefully around right before it finally decided to pass me by and take what it thinks belongs to her (some pollen or nectar from my red campions). It was interesting observing it, monitoring its decisions, whether or not to visit this particular petal, and so on…
….And then I realised it. Bees spend their entire lifetime working, providing for their brothers and sisters, who eventually grow up to do the same. But it was not only about the bees my realisation. This applies for every insect there, not every insect, but every animal in general. They all do the same – spend their precious time on one thing – survival. It might not be easy, but it’s either this or you’re a dead bee. Recently I read about bats kicking out their lazy brothers if they don’t help with the hunting. Let’s see who will feed you and your lethargic indifference now, you winged mouse, you. Unlike us. You might think that we are basically doing the same. But that is yet to be proven wrong. See, our society is constructed in such ways, that if you have a completely average income – you are granted the luxury of not striving for survival every single day. What I mean is the average person can, eventually stay at home the weekend and order food. He/she does not have to hunt it down, while being careful not to become someone else’s pray. Nor does said person have to relentlessly work his/her pants off to eventually collect a small fraction of it, like my friend here, the bee. We humans have this unique opportunity to actually have and benefit from our free time. Hell, someone hits the lottery and doesn’t spend a day at work ever again. Can a bee hit the lottery? Can it take a day off from work, and use it to pay a visit the local fancy Honey Restaurant or the fast food chain “Mr. B’s honey pot” with its bee spouse, just so they could enjoy a nice romantic dinner and, perhaps, something more…? Probably not.
The back story of my reflections? I was just tired the other morning and did not want to get up early for work. As simple as that. But now I am going to get a huge poster of a bee or a wolf or something that can’t take the weekend off and quit that survival bullshit for awhile just so it could go to the pub and have a pint of beer with its wild animal friends.
This way I could remember my privilege every time I feel deprived of free time.
Thanks to my new bee friend I now feel some kind of relief and perhaps a little sad about it(and its kind). Maybe there is something positive in having a pet animal after all. Giving them the opportunity to finally take a break. Of survival.
See, when I was little I was afraid of taking care of plants, because I did not understand them. They would never give me positive or negative feedback on my watering skills. They would not say “thank you” nor “piss off” when I used to add coffee grounds to the soil. Grandma on the other side would smile every time she looked at them and it was like they were smiling back at her. All the tomatoes and cucumbers and whatnot in the backyard would thrive if she were to plant them there. She was an excellent gardener. Unlike me. I am not sure if it’s okay to say this in my freshly opened gardening blog, but…I killed my first plant. And on top of that it was a god damn cactus. You know, the ones that require almost no care at all.