At long last that rare golden object appeared in the sky this morning. So, after writing a new chapter of a mediaeval novel set in the reign of Edward IInd, I put on some old clothes and went to plant my seed potatoes.
Years of adding manure and compost to the vegetable patches make them as easy to dig as butter would be.
While I prepared the ground for and planted my seed potatoes, which have already been chitted - i.e. sprouted - I imagined a young woman in Queen Anne's reign planning a garden.
I have about ten books on gardens in the past and remembered how fashionable grottoes decorated with sea shells were. I even eyed the garden shed, wondering if I could turn it into a fascimile of a Queen Anne lady's grottoe. I could imagine her oohing and ahing over the beautiful shells with her daughters. Reluctantly, I gave up the idea because it's impractical and I need the shed for my garden tools.
And then to the greenhouse to plant seeds. While I planted tomato seeds I visualised an orangery in times past.
My garden is of modest size but with its spring bulbs, fruit trees, soft fruit and herbs I feel it is a link with the past to those who loved their gardens throughout the ages,
All the best,
Rosemary Morris.
http://www.rosemarymorris.co/.
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