I spent a few hours in the garden this afternoon, but the main discovery is just how unfit I've become. I've exhausted all my energy supplies and realise that I have perfect New Year's resolution material. Not so sure that I should put it in print, or even verbalise what I need to do, but one thing is for sure, I really do need to get myself back into shape. It's a couple of years since I chased that little black ball around the squash court and was several kilos lighter, but I know it would be good to regain just a little of that fitness I once had.
I'm thinking I should make 2011 the YEAR OF THE GARDEN. Of course, not to the degree that I totally neglect rag rugs. They still need to happen.
When my energy levels dropped to zero after chopping and digging, I got my camera out. This little fellow does a great job of guarding my old wheelbarrow planted up with Dianthus.
I'm happy to share my figs with the possums, but I really hope they feel the same way about sharing with me.
Our agapanthus were late this year. This one is still coming out.
I have very few memories of my Grandmother, but Hydrangeas always remind me of her.
I don't know what it's called, but this ground cover has pretty furry fox tails. They're gorgeous.
Just one of many Salvia. Love these plants. They just do their own thing and when they get out of control I chop them back. The only thing is they don't smell so good for cut flowers.
That concludes my little tour of my garden this afternoon.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
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