A Bit About Me .....

I am an amateur gardener of a small suburban garden. I don't profess to know what I am doing most of the time, I just muddle along as best I can, hoping it will turn out alright.

The main purpose of this blog is to act as a diary for myself of plants I have grown, mistakes I have made and odd bits of advice that might be of use in the future. Feel free to jump in and leave any advice or comments.

Wednesday 27 January 2010

Signs of Spring

It may still be literally freezing outside but at least a warmish spell a week ago melted all of the snow.  The garden is looking pretty bedraggled now though.  You forget how much damage the snow and cold weather is donig to plants.  A large shrub beside the garage has had a branch snapped off from the shere weight of snow that it was trying to withstand.

Other plants which were not winter hardy anyway have finally given up the ghost.  The fuschia was still flowering in mid December.  Having taken a look yesterday, all of the leaves have died off and the ends of some stems also don't look too good.  We'll have to see what the warmer weather eventually brings.

On the plus side, there are buds and shoots appearing all over the garden.  Daffodils have well and truly broken the ground and the Japanese Maple has got small red buds on the ends of twigs.  Another shrub, whose name I can never remember, is also throwing up lots of shoots already.  It seems to have more and more shoots every year.

The winter flowering pansies I planted early December have survived relatively unscathed.  They still managed to flower under 25cm of snow which amazed me.  They add a small splash of colour to an otherwise fairly bleak looking garden.

Roll on spring!

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Tuesday 12 January 2010

The Freeze Continues

The snow that fell a week ago is still causing havoc in the garden.  During the day temperatures have risen slightly causing a slight thaw but then they drop again overnight creating hazardous ice everywhere.

Whilst it is making the roads treacherous, the most amazing icicles have formed along the roof tops.  I don't remember ever seeing anything quite like it.  Certainly not in this country anyway. 

A slightly leaky downpipe from the roof has developed into a spectacular ice sculpture in the corner of the garden.  It really is quite something and I have to admit, I will be a bit sad to see it finally melt.

During the day, the ice seems to melt on the inside, next to the downpipe and causes water to run down between the pipe and the outer shell of ice.  It is fascinating to watch, it reminds me of an expensive water feature you see in hotels, where you have a wall of glass with water cascading through it.

(Click on the photo for a closer look)

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Robin Redbreast

The humble robin is usually a welcome sight in people’s gardens.  Interestingly, for years, the bird has been revered by people throughout the world.  The English, visionary poet William Blake (1757-1827) wrote, “A Robin Redbreast in a cage, puts all Heaven in a rage.”  In fact, it is believed by many that harming the bird in any way will bring bad luck, or worse to the perpetrator.

For instance, if you are thinking of robbing a redbreast’s nest, you should reconsider.  Anyone who does steal an egg will not prosper afterwards.  Worse still, they may become entranced by witches or the Devil.  If you break a robin’s egg, you can expect something you hold precious to be destroyed.  If you break a robin’s wing, you will later break your arm.  Whatever harm you do to the bird, you will receive like for like afterwards.  In Yorkshire, it was believed that if you killed a robin, and you owned a cow, the milk would become blood coloured.  People in other parts believed that your barn or house would be burnt down.

One old proverb claims that, “If a robin you should dare to kill, your right hand will lose all its skill.”  However, in Ireland, it is believed that a large lump will develop on your right hand.  This will prevent you from working and will therefore ruin your livelihood.  Beliefs are so strong, that it is said a cat won’t even hurt a robin redbreast.  Conversely though, on Candlemas Day (2nd February), in Western France, a robin was traditionally spit roasted over a fire.

The negative associations with robins continue with the bird being considered an omen of death.  Oxfordshire appears to be particularly wary of the bird.  It is believed that if a robin sings whilst sat on your window sill, death will not be far behind.  If the bird taps on the window of a room where someone lies ill, the patient will die.  A redbreast flying into your house is also thought to foretell the death of someone in the household.  If the bird sits on a chair whilst someone occupies it, that person will die within a year.  However, in Gloucestershire as well as Oxfordshire, a robin is only considered a death omen for eleven months of the year.  During November, it is thought to be good luck if it flies into the house.

A robin flying into a church and singing is believed to indicate the imminent death of a parishioner.  In Wales, a robin was not a welcome sight near a mine.  A redbreast near a mine was believed to indicate a disaster below the ground.  In the North Midlands, the bird is said to have covered Jesus in leaves after his crucifixion.  It was also claimed that this is how the robin acquired his red breast feathers.  They were covered in Christ’s blood as the bird worked.

Needless to say, there are other explanations for the red feathers.  A common Christian belief is that the bird pulled the thorns from Jesus’ crown, on the first Good Friday.  The blood that fell from his brow onto the bird turned the feathers red.  An Inner Hebrides belief is that when Jesus was born, the fire in the stable almost extinguished.  The robin fanned the ashes to keep the fire alight and burnt his chest feathers on the flames.  This belief offers a link between the Christian and earlier beliefs.


One pre-Christian belief says that the robin burnt his breast feathers whilst carrying water to a benevolent god trapped in the inferno of hell.  Another folk tale relates that the wren flew to hell to obtain fire for man.  When the bird returned, with its plumage ablaze, the robin saved the other bird.  However, the robin scorched his own feathers in the process.  Finally, in Guernsey, it’s said that there was no fire on the island until the robin carried it there.

For years, robins have been thought to bring good or bad luck.  If you wish of the first redbreast of spring, your wish will come true.  However, if the robin flies away before you make a wish, you will have bad luck for the next year.  In the US, a robin flying upwards in the spring is believed to portend good luck.  Downwards is a sign of bad luck though.  In Germany, it is considered good luck for newly weds to see a robin as they leave the church.

Like many country residents, the robin has been used for weather divination over the years too.  One old saying is, “If the robin sings in the bush, then the weather will be coarse; But is the robin sings on the barn, then the weather will be warm.”

No matter how wet the weather, it is believed a robin chirping on an open branch means fine weather is on the way.  In Germany, a redbreast is even believed to ward off lightening.  If you see a robin hopping near your house, looking for food, cold weather, particularly frost and snow, are on the way.

This is actually quite fitting as today, the robin has become a popular subject on Christmas cards, surrounded by snow.  Interestingly, cards with robins weren’t introduced until the middle of this century.  Strangely though, old beliefs held fast near Lechlade, Gloucestershire, in 1950.  It was said that to receive a Christmas card with a robin on was an omen of death and misfortune in the coming year.

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Wednesday 6 January 2010

Winter Wonderland

It started snowing about 5pm yesterday and at midday today it still hasn't stopped! 

They are forecasting snow for the rest of the day as well with more later in the week.

The garden has completely vanished and has been replaced by a winter wonderland. I have to admit it is really pretty though.

The poor birds don't look too amused although some have made it to the bird table for breakfast.

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Tuesday 5 January 2010

In The Beginning

To be honest, in the beginning there was nothing, no garden, no even a fence!  We bought the house in 2003, brand new from a developer.  Before we signed the deeds, the garden boundary hadn't even been sorted out, so we didn't actually know how big our plot would even be.


When we moved in, the fence had been put up and turf had been thrown down.  Literally.  When I lifted an edge, I found a brick and a large tree branch underneath!  The turf was so badly laid we had the developer take it all up, rake the ground and lay it again.  The second time around was better but not brilliant.  There was also a paving slab path running to the back gate.

In short, it was a blank canvas.


I planted some daffodil bulbs and put up a few hanging baskets.  Not being much of a gardener though, we called in a landscaper after the first year, to lay a patio and make the garden a bit more interesting.  The work took a few weeks and I have to say, we were really pleased with the results.  I have never seen anyone take so much time and care pointing a patio.

I didn't want straight lines and as you can see, the patio was given a curved edge with a winding path to the back gate.  With a small garden, I think the wavy path makes the garden seem longer as it takes you eye longer to travel along it. I love the red bricks which edge the light patio stone.

As the end of the garden sloped, the area was dug out, with railway sleepers used as a retaining wall.  A small concrete base was laid as the foundations for a garden shed.

Now, five years later, shrubs have grown, the garden is maturing and I am definitely still learning to be a gardener.  I have decided to write this blog really as a diary of my garden for myself.  I have a tendancy to plant shrubs and then have no idea what they are!  Hopefully, by blogging my activities, I will have a permanent record.

That's the theory anyway!

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