I did not go anywhere yesterday, so just took a few photos from the garden. It is wonderful to see the bushes producing their shoots and flowers at the moment. This is a so-called amalanchier with the latin name, but the english name has many alternatives. I actually only knew the german name “Felsenbirne” which direct translated would be “rock pear”, but you can see yourself if you follow the link.
We also have a hawthorn opposite our garden which is now flowering.
I have a memory of the hawthorn from a couple of years ago when the estate gardeners were commissioned to prune down the bushes. Pruning for me is thinning out, but the gardeners were more an execution commando, and before he chopped it completely down to less than half size I was out with guns blazing to ask what he thought he was doing and reminded him that the bushes between our block and the next were not just bushes but a protection of our private sphere. They got the message and stopped. I also wared them not to touch the wild pear, as that would once day grow to 4-5 meters which would be ideal. Since then I have not seen a gardener touch the trees in between.
I have my own gardener for my little piece of land, as Mr. Swiss and I are now golden oldies and cannot bend as well as we could. I have very nice gardeners, they know what I want, and listen to what I say and I am not treated as a complete gardening idiot. Based on various discussions with gardeners, I have discovered that plants and growing things are just a means of work and they do not have feelings. If it is wilting, pull it out and replace it is their philosophy. Mine is nurture it, look after it, keep an eye on it and suddently it may recover. Gardeners would rather give it the last death push to the compost heap. Next week the gardeners will arrive to remove our hedges for the construction work. That does not bother me, who needs hedges. You have to have them cut and trimmed and looked after. As far as I am concerned they can burn my hedges. It is not the hedges but what is growing in front of the hedges and I am sure it will not bother them to demolish my tulips, which have been growing in the same place for many years.
They are Darwin tulips and now in bud. I dare not to think how they will be harmed by a thoughtless gardener who finds you can always replace them. Of course you can, but you cannot replace the ten years they have spent in the ground blossoming regularly every year.
And now for a peaceful, relaxing Sunday I hope. I plan on a camera walk this afternoon, but am not sure where. I might take a trip to the cemetery and see if there is any action, although generally cemeteries are not such action places, more for a quiet relaxing rest on a bench.
And now to the work: a little bit of tidying, some cooking and in between the delight of discovering the ironing board, but no problem, I have everything under control.
Have a nice Sunday everyone, enjoy the day.