Leeks dropped into holes and I puddled them in with my watering can with no rose attached.
Wood dibber.
Holes made with wood dibber to drop the leeks in. The holes create girth and a wide white sock.
Leeks in plastic modules ready to be planted.
Leeks dropped into holes and I puddled them in with my watering can with no rose attached.
We went to The Home And Garden Festival at Cork Racecourse at Mallow on Friday.
It cost me thirty Euros for the two of us and Bronte got in free.
Here's some photos for your perusal dear readers:
I showed the ticket staff my photo on my phone and they knocked a fiver off the entrance fee. J did the same saving a tenner for both of us.It was a good half a day out and Bronte got lots of strokes and cuddles.
Why go to Chelsea when you can go to Cork Race course?
We visited Muckross estate and gardens again on Thursday.
"One Of Those Days In England" (Ireland) by Roy Harper began to play on my mental jukebox.
The weather was gorgeous and we went for a walk with our beloved Golden Retriever Bronte. Here's some photos for your perusal:
Number one son and his girlfriend went to Balmoral Show near Belfast on Friday and Saturday.
They stayed in a hotel overnight and we pet sitted and checked and fed and watered the livestock and vegetables and plants.
They came back with northern English goodies from Sainsbury's supermarket. All things we don't seem to get here since Brexit.
I do some times source Newcy Brown from a off licence in County Kerry. They get it from the north.
Bill Wyman said when he moved to France. The one thing he missed is Piccalilli. I miss real ale and bitters like Newcastle Brown.
Vimto was invented in Manchester and it's a cordial and I have seen it for sale in Dorset and Kent.
Perhaps next time they go up there they will bring us some proper meat and potato pies?
It's a constant battle with nature when your gardens are in between fields and there's always something self seeding in the gravel in the drive and garden.
I don't use weedkillers and I don't mind a Daisy or ten and also the Buttercups and Foxgloves.
Some times I strim the grass and weeds/ wild flowers. I planted shrubs like Hypericum, Fuchsia, Hebes, Rugosa roses and perennials like Shasta Daisies and Osteospermums Daisies.
I took the photo above and quite like the informal and pretty nature of the garden.
It's also our pets cemetery where our beloved four legged friends have their eternal rest.
Do you let the wild flowers live with your cultivars?
I bet you can't get Senshyu winter onion pizzas in Domino's?
You can if you live at our humble abode in the countryside next to the next sea:
Winter onions growing happily. The yellow plants are a variety of Sedum.It was scorchio again on Sunday. Two of us and Bronte the Golden Retriever had a ride out over to the Beara peninsula opposite us and we stopped for breakfast in Castletown Beare.
Bronte particularly enjoyed the cooked sausages we saw.
Then we drove over through Ardgroom and Lauragh and on to Kenmare.
The wild purple ponticum Rhododendrons seemed to be putting on a floral display for us.
They love the acidic peaty Irish soil and become a pernicious weed problem in Kerry and Killarney especially. Costing millions of Euros to try to eradicate this beautiful invasive shrub.
Then we drove to Kenmare and walked a short saunter next to Kenmare bay.
People were swimming and walking and cycling and a big John Deere tractor had a tedder making hay in MAY. The dust rose from the parched dry fields.
I took a few photos for your perusal:
Bronte wanting to go for a swim.No camping but your welcome to enjoy the surroundings.
I have never known a Spring like it. There's supposed to be some very welcome showers tomorrow and a deluge of rain at the weekend.
My pot plants are suffering from a lack of rain and my attempts at watering is not achieving very much.
If only it could just rain at night.
I reached the grand old age of 62 last Friday. Like that great English folk singer Sandy Denny once sang: "Who knows where the time g...