Gaga about gardening - that's me. Gaga about trees. Gaga about foliage. Gaga about sticks and twigs. Gaga about creepers, climbers and ground covers. Gaga about the smell of a good compost. I go a bit potty about pots as well and am forever potting another pot.
All kinds of things that I've collected over the years become part of the garden, eg watering cans that belonged to my grandfather, full of holes - will be hanging somewhere. Rusted cast iron cot - became the perfect place for star jasmine and sweetpeas to scramble over. Broken pots become water receptacles for feathered and furry creatures. Reeds from my brother's farm become perfect stakes for a tomato plant. Trimmed vines get wrapped around trees and pots or become wreaths.
Passionate. Cuckoo. Gaga for gardening. Probably a little nuts in some people's eyes. All this happens when its gardening season. Family and friends get neglected because I'm in the garden. I seldom come out the garden without my hair being full of bush. My vocabulary goes a bit haywire when its gardening time and I do better at showing pictures then.
Let me begin with a few nice ones. This is what the garden looks like today - I can't bear to begin the blog post with those ugly ones first. So look at some pretty ones first.
|The coriander is flowering profusely. Fennel, tomatoes and greenpepper are merrily growing together in a planter box made from pallets - pallet not visible|
Two and a half years ago. My gaga for gardening vanished into thin air when I saw this bleak picture. It was dismal. It was depressing. It was gaga-less. (The view below is same position as the one above - the top of the picture is just cut off. The pathway you see above leads to that door down there).
|The dreadful BEFORE. Gagaless|
|BEFORE : From the other side - I was speechless. Bleak. Neglected.|
|AFTER - Same view as above picture|
|A hopeless case (I thought)|
Two and a half years later - with some tender loving care - she gives me great joy. Here's a few more pics of the gaga woman's garden.
|The wooden box made from pallets with some edibles. The bed on the right flourishes from my washing machine's water that we lead into the garden. (Saving water)|
|Old wrought iron twirly wirly bits|
|Buddleia Davidii is a fragrant plant rewarding me with vigorous growth and flowers (also called the Butterfly Bush)|
|Just swinging around here|
|A bunch from my garden (My granny rose, lavender, nicotiana, miniature agapanthus and a mystery white flower|
|An ornate wrought iron trellis plus old weathered doors hide the dreadful washing line. Plumbago planted either side of a concrete bench. Reeds make a teepee around a wannabe topiary tree.|
|Clipped vines wrapped around an ugly tree trunk|
|Buddleia blooming merrily|
|Come sit a bit|
|I hang around here often|
|Sweet little creeper|
|Watering can hanging as decoration|
|Retired watering cans|
|This structure made from wrought iron bits and pieces providing a frame work for the star jasmine to grow over.|
|An old bell|
|Big leafed elephant ear the main focus here|
|Elephant ear has a flower, Star jasmine on the left. Sutera and another little groundcover doing well.|
|Quite a beauty - flower of the elephant ear|
|Metal hoops of an old barrel provide willing gripping for the creepers|
|An old bucket hanging in a tree|
|Chester's favourite drinking bowl is a broken old flower pot|
|Growing in a crack in the pathway|
|A pottery frog serves as landing perch for timid birds|
|Trapped in a sunray|
|Star jasmine and wrought iron making friends|
|Geranium Maderense close up|
|He lives in a hanging basket|
|A cement pillar and bench became a feature in this bed.|
|Low down - flowering prettily.|
|Rugged and Beautiful|
|Budding Buddleia again|
|A damaged abalone shell|
|My blooming garden makes me gaga|
|Shhh - not ready yet|
|Buds on the lemon tree|
|The little purple creeper going gaga in my garden = like me|
|The best of all - a bunch from my garden|