Saturday, May 12, 2012
A mixed bag
We didn't get the multi-coloured tulips into their pot, but I can manage those myself, I've done it before. But we did plant ten fancy daffodil bulbs and the rhubarb plant she also brought me. As my food blog shows, I'm very keen on rhubarb, so I hope it survives. It's in a pot, which it may or may not like, but it's a better alternative than the rubble-strewn clay which makes up most of my garden, under a very thin layer of topsoil.
I questioned Ali closely about how to look after it. At first she was far too vague, as good gardeners (like good cooks) so often are - "they like a lot of feeding..." No, no, I said, that's no good, you have to tell me exactly what kind of food, how much of it, how often, and how to put it on. Then I wrote it all down - that's the only way I'll have any hope of getting it done.
I've found a good new way to get myself into town, too. On Monday afternoons I take my turn as a volunteer at the wonderful Eva's Attic, where you can find amazing bargains in smart second-hand clothes and do good at the same time - all the proceeds go to excellent causes, such as the New Horizons for Women Trust. It's in Cuba Street, upstairs next to Olive Cafe. The only hazard is that I get to see the new stock, and sometimes it calls to me, so I have to try it on...
Eva's is lovely and warm, but otherwise it's been a bit damp and chilly indoors as well as out - nothing wrong with the heating, I just can't seem to keep it together very well. Last year's emotions ran both lower and higher; now it feels more like a persistent slough of despond. I have plenty to do, and manage to get absorbed in various kinds of wordsmithing, but otherwise... not so good. Can't be helped, of course, and I'm sure it will pass in time. But I try to tell the truth here, as much as I can, so there it is.
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It is so good to read the range of experience here! The plants/care and naturally the way this draws our thoughts into 'the future' juxtaposed with the realities of year two (with fewer peaks/troughs but no less real experiences of 'the slough of despond'). Eva's Attic sounds a lovely spot, so glad you have found it, at the same time as sending you warm wishes for the glummer times as well.ReplyDelete
I love your honesty Anne. So often we soldier on pretending everything is just dandy.ReplyDelete
Keep telling it how it is.
Good luck with the rhubarb growing and a lilac sounds splendid.