Hello!! Well this May I suddenly realised that it was nearly summer and I was still “in” spring mode so we had a flurry of editing and replanting the courtyard pots whilst in the wider garden we’ve been rescued by the wildflowers and the heady mix of formal and informal has never been more beautiful than with nature’s help this year. So welcome to my May Garden Dairy for our gardens at Ednovean Farm! Continue reading “May in the Ednovean Garden” »
There is an air of anticipation for the day ahead now, as I step outside the door each morning and spring settles sweetly over the garden. We’ve had to work much harder this spring, to put out garden back on track for the year but at the same time, it has been deeply satisfying to rethink and refresh the garden for the season ahead.
Bird song rings around the garden now high and clear on misty mornings with the dew still glistening on the grass and soft and mellow int he sunshine a herald of the eternal progres of spring never more welcome than this year!
March madness has gripped the weather again this week and it temporally lost the plot for a while but has just got a grip on reality in time for the Spring equinox.
The bright spring days of last week have been replaced by earnest sessions of filling the bird feeders and bringing all of the horses on the farm in to the shelter of the stables as the temperatures plummeted again with the return of “The Beast from the East”
My only consolation was that our Bed and Breakfast guests from Australia and America loved it as they lived in normally overheated climes.
This February’s first golden days of spring, changed just a quickly into ice and snow as the month drew to a close and looking back now it almost seems surreal.
The taste of Arctic life with “The Beast from the East” transformed our normally sub tropical Cornish climate into another world and it will live in our memories for years to come I’m sure and yet the garden was transformed touched by the magic of pristine snow.
We’ve experienced life with The Beast from the East here in West Cornwall for the last couple of days and gosh it’s cold! But it was a chance to see our normally sub tropical garden in a very new light and so I took a few snaps in between rescuing our horses from the blizzards that swept across our corner of Cornwall.
I must admit I was excited at the prospect of a rare snowfall here in West Cornwall over the last weeks. A dusting of those magical icy crystals does add an adventurous spice to our normally subtropical climate and when I opened the front door on the predicted morning? Well there was definitely a powdery dusting of the white magic clothing the Parterre in the Courtyard but I don’t think we had been transported to Narnia!
Come and visit my garden at Ednovean Farm, in my final Garden diary entry for 2017 I’d like to make a roundup of the seasons. The garden in the far south west of Cornwall that has become my friend, litmus of emotions, reflection of dreams and hard taskmaster. This blog will follow the year in the Ednovean Farm Garden, so enjoyed by our Bed and breakfast guests, just as 2017 draws to a close and I would like to wish you all a very happy New Year!!
November has been a strange month for my garden diary, a month of days born as if on butterfly wings through the garden, swinging from soft tranquil days to dark dramatic skies before giving way to the final sting of winter.
This November, as the year changes from autumn into winter, my garden diary is in two parts; a diary of soft dark nights eating suppers beside a brassier and the pleasure of a robins company on sparkling mellow days spent clearing and tidying the garden for the year, and the final darkening, dramatic, skies that spoke of thoughts of winter.
We explored Trebah garden again yesterday, as the golden leaves of autumn swirled around our feet. This magnificent garden is in a lush sheltered river valley running down to the sea and the garden coaxes you along its well manicured paths with all of the authority of a vintage Rolls Royce.
The Walk from the lush palms at the top of the garden down through the valley is always accompanied by the gurgle of water passing through the gardens heart, until finally the sound of the waves landing on the shore below signal the Helford River and the sea.
Trebah is so evocative of the heady bygone worlds described by Rosamunde Pilcher and Daphne Du Maurier etched in my imagination yet there is poignancy there too, in the memory of the men that left the rarefied world of the sub tropical valley at Trebah, one dark night for the D day landings never to return. Continue reading “Trebah Gardens an autumn pilgrimage” »
I would like to say October’s garden diary was full of golden mellow days but two gales scorched through the gardens this month in quick succession, reorganising our carefully planned gardening schedule into one long raking session.
This October we’ve had time to finish clearing the hedge in the Italian Garden and resurface the car park, so join me again, to look around the garden this October, as the garden balances gently between blowsy autumn fruition and the spare winter sleep that will see the structure of the garden shine once more in winter days’ light.