Plants in pots

These roses are doing well in pots. The Sexy Rexy was in the garden, but was not thriving. It didn’t take long to recover once it was in a pot. I have a watering schedule: the pots are watered twice a week and fed on alternate weeks (roughly). The liquid plant food smells rich and pungent; the prolific flowers suggest it is doing them good. I’m hoping a Spiced Coffee rose, also rescued from the garden, will do well in its pot. The Violet Hit, which has always been in a pot, was not thriving, so I moved it last summer into a more open position and it is steadily improving, despite the fact that an aquilegia has taken up residence in the pot and will not be budged.

A mass of sweet peas is growing in a barrel. They have simply come up by themselves this year. Popping up amongst them are self-sown poppies – including some fluffy ones – and underneath a little daisy is struggling for light.

The potted yucca is hosting self-sown lobelia. The Mother of Herbs has been removed from its pot as it was taking over the kitchen windowsill. It is now beside the sage barrel and a basil plant has taken its place in the kitchen. Tiny viola pop up around the garden, and these ones are with self-sown poppies in a daffodil pot – with a background of geraniums grown from a cutting given to my mother years ago by the Avon lady.

Lime Tree with companion plants

You can hardly see the pot this lime tree is in; the companion plants of alyssum and silver thyme are thriving – a sign of good soil health, I hope. A previous lime tree died, so I decided on a pot for this one, beside the house for shelter. So far so good – and the lime tree has lots of flowers. As with all the pots, I use food suitable for container plants – either liquid or slow release – so that the soil doesn’t build up toxicity, a tip picked up from a television gardening show.

Elderflower cordial

It’s that time of year again. Reaching for the elder-flowers is the hardest part, with the ladder at full stretch and me at the limits of my courage and good sense. But…the taste of elderflower cordial is sublime in summer and the kitchen smells divine while it’s steeping overnight.

This time, I boiled the cordial again before bottling to see if that helps it keep better than last year’s batch. I had to rescue that lot by scooping off the ‘blue bits’ and putting the cordial in ice cube trays.

Usually I print my own labels, but today I used the Cecily labels someone gave me, particularly since I am unlikely to use them for relish or spreads. They match the dish cloth too.

Now to choose what to drink it with: water is a little plain, soda too sugary, prosecco involves destruction of forests to plant more grapes such is the demand. Perhaps I will try sparkling water. The cordial is also a nice addition (just a splash) to a G&T.

Tūranga – a place for people

Margaret Mahy’s house at Governor’s Bay wasn’t able to be saved as a writers’ centre, but it is heartening to see that her extensive collection of children’s literature is safe at Tūranga, our central library. It is on the second level which houses New Zealand reference collections and Pasifika and Māori collections, archives and research facilities. It is next to a small exhibition space.

I noticed a little house on the stairs and found more in the Sanctuary exhibition featuring work by young artists exploring ‘the power of creativity for wellbeing, set within a cosy living room space’.

On the fourth level there is an exhibition organised by the Ardour Charitable Trust one of the aims of which is to “strengthen the multiple ethnic groups’ ties with local communities”. It is “managed and operated by a team of four Asian mothers” according to the information board.

Cat and tiger themed paintings by LiYing Cai

Perhaps because of the Bird of the Century competition, there are bird shapes on the ends of some shelves which fit with the bird mural.

Tūranga is a vibrant and interesting place with something to see on every level, in every sense. Creatively curated collections of books catch the eye at the top of stairs and in corners. As I went down the stairs I saw below, on the ground floor, large tables for people playing board games and doing jigsaws, and a colourful selection of knitting yarn, crochet hooks and knitting needles there to use. There is a diverse range of people using the library and it is humming with activity. For me, Tūranga is the heart of the city.

Plant power

Precious Platinum and sweet peas. The edge of the raffia mat shows Felix- damage.

It’s nice to have flowers from the garden on the table, but they have to be cat-proof. Felix has broken two vases and flooded the table trying to drink the water. A flat-bottomed vase has proved successful, but a rose, such as Mum’s favourite ‘Precious Platinum’, needs a slim container to hold it upright. A solution is to put the thinner vase in the larger one. Then it occurred to me to put sweet peas around the sides. The fragrant mix of flowers lifted our spirits which were sapped this morning, pre-caffeine, by a thirty-minute search for Mum’s hearing aid around and under the fridge. I found two ping pong balls, a small pine cone, bits of cat or dog biscuits, and a lot of fluff using the find-my-hearing-aid app, a fluffy duster, a torch and a wee bit of swearing. Finally, Felix’s fishing rod toy did the trick. Hearing aids are skin-coloured for camouflage while in the ear. A luminous colour would be useful for finding them in dark corners, just saying.

Apart from flowers cheering us up, the growth of other plants is miraculous to watch. Mother of Herbs (aka Cuban Oregano among other names) is taking over the kitchen windowsill. Outside, the yellow courgette plant is growing. The green courgette (see previous post ‘Small beginnings’) is shrinking, sadly, but today another as yet unidentified cucurbit has emerged beside it. The butternut pumpkin seeds I dried and planted have sprouted and I will need to find places to plant the seedlings soon. Where I pulled up suckering lilac, interesting fungus has emerged, probably doing its job of breaking down a tree stump. While the runner beans are beginning to wind up their stakes, the broad beans are ready to eat.

Fashion phenomena

The Five Order of Perriwigs, as they were worn at the late Coronation, measured Architechtonically 1761

This etching caught my eye at the Out of Time exhibition currently on at the Art Gallery. I could imagine the artist, William Hogarth, at the coronation of George III and Queen Charlotte, astounded by the variety and complexity of the wigs worn to the event. I wonder at what point he made the connection to the concurrent fashion for classical architecture and came up with this satirical etching.

Perhaps Hogarth made surreptitious sketches and smiled indulgently at the follies of fashion – like the follies the wealthy built on their estates. His etching has led me to consider how fashion rules our lives whether we like it or not, and becomes an indicator of all manner of things, not always easy to contemplate, but often funny.

The exhibition seemed to have a soundtrack – in my head, anyway. The Rolling Stones’ Out of Time.

The Art Gallery has been mounting interesting exhibitions using themes, such as Ship Nails and Tail Feathers and Out of Time, to display works from the collection. This gives you the opportunity to see works you might not have seen before as well as familiar ones in a new context.

Bee garden

In the broad beans, borage, bacopa, fox gloves, aquilegia, tī kōuka flowers, the bees are busy this morning.

In the front garden there is more borage, and forget-me-nots, solomon’s seal, sage, clematis, roses and kowhai busy with bees.

There seem to be more bumble bees than honey bees, although the constant buzzing high up in the tī kōuka flowers seems to be honey bees. The bumbles often have impressive honey sacs.

This insect (below) was on the sage flowers and it chased away a bee trying to land on a nearby flower. I thought it was a wasp, possibly the common European wasp, but it is rounder in shape so it is possibly a drone fly, a species which pollinates many plants. They also produce the ‘rat-tailed maggots’ which are so-called because they have snorkel for breathing if they are in water. These fascinated me last summer in the chicken poo bucket. The chooks loved them and crowded around whenever I lifted the lid. There’s a nice thought when you’re roasting a chicken or poaching an egg. Yum!

The word ‘busy’ is aptly used for bees. They have often flown to the next flower – and the next and the next – while you are zooming in and focussing the camera.

Small beginnings

When I chose it, the green courgette seedling had open leaves like the yellow variety on the right but, when I came to plant it yesterday, it had clapped its leaves together as if to hide from the world. Still, I planted both seedlings in the place where the compost used to be knowing the ground would have plenty of nutrients. I ‘tucked them up’ with straw mulch and an overnight cover. This morning, the leaves are still closed.

The broccoli, beans and tomato I planted are also tiny and look fragile.

They’ve enjoyed early morning rain and the sun is coming out. It’s a positive, hopeful thing to plant these tiny seedlings!