Getting the garden ready

When I woke up Sunday morning, I had a very serious conversation with myself.

Me: Get up! We need to get the garden ready for the plants!
Myself: It’s still cold!
Me: Wear a jacket! They say it’s going to get warmer later.
Myself: It’s still cold! It will always be cold! Plants don’t like cold!
Me: Get your bum off the bed and get a move on! I’ll make you a nice Filipino breakfast
Myself: I’m up! I’m hungry!

My Mission: Kill all those pesky weeds that has overtaken my flower bed.

My little helpers.
They actually did a good job planting the seeds for our little greenhouse

 

I am just in awe every time I see my plants waking up from their winter slumber.
I planted this lily just last year and it has produced little baby sprouts.

Post Script:

It did get warm enough to take the jacket off. And the sprouting and budding plants is enough to inspire me to get their bedding nice and cozy for them to rise from.

My succulent pots…

As always, whenever I am in a garden centre, I can never leave without anything. Last weekend it was succulents.

Succulent pots were expensive so I bought a bunch of those cutsie little plants and just made my own pots… all 8 of them… here are a few…

 

It still gets a bit cold at night so whenever we come in the house to retire in the evenings, these beauties get to sleep on the dining table until it gets warmer for them to be left outside.

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Change in season

Colors changing,
Temperature’s dropping,
The flowers are slowly
Bowing their heads
Bitterly dying.

Nights are longer,
Days now shorter,
And soon enough
Waking up will be
So much harder.

Summer’s over
Wind now colder,
Fall is here.
Then Winter will follow
Very soon after.

The spirit is willing but the body is still in bed, cozily sleeping under the covers.

I just love looking at the sky, like glimpsing at a piece of heaven

As I step out for my morning break, I try to asses my crabby mood. I’m feeling a little detached for some reason but can’t really put my finger on it. I feel like I’m forcing my body to respond to all the work that has to be done, but she would  just hide her head back under the covers and go back to sleep! Maybe some fresh air would finally wake her up.

I look up at the wondrous sky. The sun is hiding behind formidable clouds, giving me enough brightness without the scorching heat. I don’t know why but it soothes me (and my stubborn, lazy body), together with relaxing music filling my head.

I could sit out here for hours. If only I didn’t have to go back in…

Summer, don’t leave me…

Double white petunias and calibrachoa are still patiently blooming

Summer seems to have its running shoes on and can’t wait to sprint away and pass the baton off to Fall. The weather has dramatically changed these past couple of weeks. Temperature has dropped; the nights and early mornings are considerably colder; despite the sun’s warming rays, the wind now chills the skin. And painful of all, the garden looks tired. Some of the flowering plants are past their glorious prime, though the enduring petunias and calibrachoas are still gracing me with their propitious blooms.

We’ve harvested so many tomatoes and cucumbers we’ve started giving some away, not really knowing what else to do with them. Our apples are starting to turn red on the tree, another dilemma of not knowing what to do with them or how to dispose of them.

In the whole, Summer was/is great. And my first venture into gardening has been a success considering I wasn’t really a gardener to start with. It sure was a learning curb. I know now what I want, and don’t want, in my garden for next year.

Still hoping that Summer would stick around a little longer though…