There are several people I know who think I am slightly weird for keeping a blog about my garden, and bemused by all the pictures I take. I've found actually that the more I do it, the more I'm enjoying it. And one of the unexpected happenings has been some lovely parcels in the post from other keen gardeners. Recently Miriam sent me some amazing garlic, and Gilly sent me some blackboy peach seedlings. (Am wondering about the 'blackboy' name now, seems a bit un pc?).
Ooooby, after I failed to find some locally, again from the South. It's growing well, seemingly none the worse for the postal trek.
I very much like that these gifts are adding to the story of my garden. I like the fact that I don't need to know what the variety of garlic I was sent is - here it will be treasured, saved, re-planted, and always known as Miriam's garlic. And the peaches eaten will remind me of Motueka, a place that I could probably live (and I'm fussy), and a cup of spearmint tea will remind of those tough gardeners down there on the West Coast of the South, and make me appreciate my own mild climate.
Flower photos - garden and orchard
1 week ago