Living and Gardening in Brittany

So, thank you sun you have helped my water lily to open. How beautiful it is.

Whenever I plant anything in the garden or sow seeds I am surprised and delighted if they grow. I do think nature is magical. The latest magic that has occurred has happened in my new pond. The first plant I bought for my pond was a water lily. I really and truly did not think it would grow and certainly I didn't expect it to flower. I didn't even see that the leaves were slowly spreading out on the water it was a friend who pointed them out. Then yesterday I noticed a tiny flower bud.  I was more pleased than if I had won the lottery.  I know it is tiny but the pleasure of monitoring its progress and  looking forward to the flowering is exciting.

One never seems to achieve the intended jobs. I usually don my wellies with a specific location in mind, and more often a section to weed. Yesterday I set off with a barrow load of weeds etc towards the compost and discovered that my way was prohibited. I couldn't understand how the greenery barring my way had appeared overnight.  As I cut my way through, I realised that I was cutting away the branches of a fallen poplar. It must have been blown down by the wind.  It had very short roots which seemed to be rotten. Not only was it uprooted it had landed on the roof of the shed, then across a pergola and through a fir tree and on to span the part of the drive where I park my car.

The recent weather has turned my garden into a jungle the problem is that everything is growing. I am trying to cut back the larger shrubs so that I can get to the weeds only to discover that the weeds are hiding my precious recently planted flowers. And don't mention buttercups. Every year I think I have won the battle of the buttercups only to discover that they have returned with a vengeance. The danger now is to identify the butter cups among the geraniums and then to dig out the roots without damaging the delicate flowers.  La météo récente a transformé mon jardin en une jungle, le problème est que tout grandit. J'essaie de couper les gros arbustes afin de ne pouvoir accéder aux mauvaises herbes que pour découvrir que celles-ci cachent mes précieuses fleurs récemment plantées. Et ne parlez pas de boutons d'or. Chaque année, je pense avoir gagné la bataille des renoncules pour découvrir qu'ils sont revenus avec vengeance. Le danger maintenant est d'id...