Feuilles, fleurs, branches et troncs

Suivant l'exemple d'Aldor, dont j'aime lire le blog et écouter les Improvisations, quelques images de silhouettes et de flagrants délits d'éclosion, à Paris et aux alentours... Les arbres et les plantes, je ne sais comment, ont remplacé le sentiment de perte à la source de mon écriture. Mes photos ne rendent pas justice à ces êtres dont…

Mister Black

Mon fils et moi rentrons du cours de piano. Les arbres se réveillent. Un chant nous arrête en pleine rue. It's a blackbird, dit mon fils. Nous levons la tête et devinons à contre-jour, perché au sommet d'un vieux platane, quelques étages au-dessus d'un gros pigeon, le chanteur amoureux. C'est l'ouverture officielle du printemps. En…

Sur le jonc

Qu'ici grâces soient rendues à l'humilité du jonc oriflamme des marges oblique trait d'union par qui s'épousent l'eau et le vent Souple sans langueur effilé sans être acerbe sachant plier comme fendre flûte ténue où la bise à la cime du courroux susurre à peine Omis dans la comparaison pâle dans le souvenir subtil comme…

Sand Pine

9H34. Les enfants sont à l'école. J'ai rangé, balayé l’appartement. J’hésite un moment à me recoucher. J’ai dû dormir quatre heures, par là. Et puis je mets le thé à infuser, un toast à griller. J’allume mon ordinateur. Sur l’écran apparaît un arbre. C’est Pinus Clausa, le pin des sables, originaire du Sud-Est des Etats-Unis.…

Les hortensias

J'aime les hortensias. Dans les jardins, leur air d'abondance, leur aise prétentieuse et mensongère qui masque mal leur santé de poitrinaires : point trop de ceci, point trop de cela, nous sommes des divas. Avec du soin et pas mal d'eau, ils occuperont vite tout l'espace que vous leur aurez alloué, et davantage. La main, l'épaule.…

May, beginning of June.

Many things happened over the last few months, but that might be the subject of another blogpost. We'll see. Today, finally, a bit of sun in this dreary island (I mean, what a weather. In France (Lyon), not only did I not wear fleece jackets, I didn't even own one. Here have the joy of…

April – sowing and awaiting new plants

I want to say I am grateful. My garden is coming along. Things are quite a lot later than last year, as the winter 2013 had been incredibly mild. At the moment, the little Sun Disc daffs are just opening, as are the new tulips (Queen of the Night and Spring Green), last year's Parrot…

Farewell Spiraea ! Hello, more alpines.

In the garden, after a summer which saw triumphant delphiniums flowering several times, some changes. After a long battle which left me with aching arms for quite some time, the Spiraea Japonica was unearthed last week and put aside. I had meditated on this for a long time : it was in the wrong place,…

Dans les jardins de Mount Ephraim

Nous avons eu quelques jours de beau temps et j'ai passé du temps au jardin. Les lys d'or de mon fils commencent à fleurir, les alliums Christophii dardent leurs étoiles mauves au-dessus du petit érable Shirawasanum, et j'ai des edelweiss qui s'épanouissent au soleil (c'est mal, je le sais, autant que les oliviers que mes…

… end of May.

And so the season is getting on. (I must work on my titles. The only other one which I had in mind was : "More random stuff from my garden"). Daffs, hyacinths, tulips are long gone, even the iris have passed away.The little Lewisia seems at the end of its flowering time, and so do…

My sister and my cousin are born in May. In France, it's lovely month which starts with offerings of lilies of the valley, followed by lots of bank holidays. Here, I haven't managed to grow the fragrant flowers, and the weather is changeable to say the least, but I still enjoy the slow swelling of…

Bugs and buds

Well, it's raining today down here, but that won't dampen my mood. After all, things are moving fast in the garden ! I - Bugs Last week, we were delighted to find a new resident in our garden, a little but fierce crab spider stationed on one daffodil. I am told they can change colour…

Sakura

Il y a un arbre dans le champ près de chez moi Le vent frôle en passant les rubans de couleurs Que des mains en tremblant ont noués pour qu'y pleure La ronde des saisons en souvenir de toi Claire. L'arbre est un cerisier. Son écorce striée De soie pourpre et de cendre est faite…

Beginning of April

Just to say Acer Palmatum Katsura is leafing out. It is absolutely as beautiful as I imagined it, leaves of luminous green lined with pink, and glowing as if internally lit. I am a rubbish photographer, but I think you can still guess the gracefulness and the lightness. Another wonder of March was the Brunnera…

About a little garden’s destiny

It feels good starting to work again in the garden. Some hard pruning, some repotting, some cleaning (and some slug pellets scattering, alas). And the hot questions which keep me awake in the early hours... Will the blue hydrangea stay blue this year ? Will the snake-head fritillaries survive the imposition of a gorgeous Candy…

Back in business (already ?)

So, thanks to this very mild (though very wet) winter, a number of things have been happening in my little garden in spite of the season ! Some of them were expected, as the coming of the snowdrops : and the flowering of the hellebores (Blue Metallic Lady):   By the way, I am quite…

Glorious red

OK, now is the time to show off (yes, I know I didn't do anything). This is it. This is what I was hoping for, this is my minute of exaltation. I wish I knew how to take a proper photo, one that would actually show this tree's incredible colours. It doesn't matter now that…

Addendum

Thanks to a friend kind enough to read this blog and lend me his camera, I can now add some pickies to illustrate my previous gardening post. Here is Acer palmatum Katsura, last month and now : and the scorched-leaved Acer Shirawasanum Aureum and the reddening Osakazuki, which looks a lot brighter in reality. And…

Success with the Cosmos.

  How time flies. Son is now going to school, which mainly consists for the moment in playing with Legos / trains / puzzles / cars. Daughter is bossing everybody around, even without using any recognisable words. I try not to imagine what it will be when she is older, as I already feel totally…