The bees are buzzing in the trees

The cold spell forecast has yet to arrive at Hazel Cottage. A lovely warm day in the garden planting and weeding, surrounded by dozens of bees buzzing around the blossoms.

Waiting for the daffodils and tulips to bloom

One of my projects in the garden last autumn almost never happened.  I had bought about 70 bulbs of various narcissi, alliums and tulips to spread around the garden in little groups, and then some larger groups in what I call my 'spring garden' under the hazel tree.  Just as it was time to plant the bulbs last October and November, I developed a cough and struggled to bend over long enough to plant the piles of bulbs.  After several wheezy attempts we finally got them all planted towards the end of October.  All of this long winded wittering is to build up the sense of expectation I had by the time spring came.  Would the daffodils even flower?  Would the slugs and insects eat all of the tulip leaves? Had I planted them incorrectly?  Day by day I have wandered into the garden checking progress, and hoping that my act of faith in the autumn would come to fruition.

So I hope you will forgive my utter pride in my new 'spring garden' and wont mind me sharing some pictures of how its getting on so far...

Tulipa sylvestris or Woodland Tulip

Wild garlic and the hen house

Last week we went on a wonderful spring walk in the woods.  The weather was warm and sunny, the birds were almost deafening us with their singing and I even managed to impress myself (and Mr C) by recognising wild garlic in the hedgerow.  We even saw a buzzard soaring high above the trees.  It was one of those days when all seemed right with the world and we didn't want to go indoors at all. 

We are getting better at recognising plants and flowers I think, although I didn't know what this one was - if anyone knows, please let us know:

We also managed to make a few vintage and antique purchases whilst we were away.  I saw a simple painting of a hen house in an antiques shop.  It would have been easy to ignore, it wasn't framed and it wasn't particularly old.  But there was something I loved about it - it kind of reminded me of Duncan Grant or Gwen John paintings in its colouring, even though it was just of a little hen house, a bonfire and some hens. When we brought it home we managed to find a frame that actually fitted (always a surprise in Hazel Cottage where few of the pictures and frames ever fit each other).  It now takes pride of place in our dining room, and despite my awful photo of it, we both really love it.

The new daffodils at Hazel Cottage are taking their time to bloom, but we continue to prepare the garden, planting the raspberry canes and clearing the area around our apple tree so we can start sowing grass seed later on.  Seeds for the veg bed are being sown and I am thinking about moving my love-in-the-mist seedlings  around the garden in patches.  There will soon be lighter evenings and an awful lot to do....

The March of time

After what seems like a long winter, we are finally in the month of March and the promise of spring.  The weather is brighter and the first daffodils are starting to bloom. March was the first month of the year for the Romans who named it after Mars the god of war, and 25th March (often known as Lady Day) remained as the first day of the year until a couple of hundred of years ago.  Although its easy to think that winter is now over, March often has surprises in store - something the Anglo Saxons knew only too well, they named March 'Hlyd monath' - which means stormy month.  Charles Dickens wrote about the changeable nature of it:

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:  when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. 


Despite the warnings, March is a month of much promise and growth.  At Hazel Cottage, the tiny shoots of daffodils of a few weeks ago are now in bud and even a few are flowering and the redcurrant bush we planted is showing signs of budding.  I keep checking the forsythia to see if any of its buttery yellow flowers are appearing yet.  A delicate hellebore I planted last year is looking wonderful, although it appears a little shy, with its flowers facing away from the path as I walk past.   I've decided not to take it personally though!

"The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings."
Joyce Kilmer, Spring

Signs of a spring to come

Although I wouldn't go as far to say that spring is in the air, today feels as if it is at least possible.  We spent the morning in the lovely market town of Romsey, enjoying the sunshine, and exploring the charity shops.  We found a really interesting pen and ink drawing which we think must be 1930s or thereabouts.

A trip to the gardening centre on the way home got us thinking about planning changes to the garden.  We bought a holly bush to add much needed structure and greenery, a red currant bush and raspberry canes.  Mr C also got some shallots to add to his veg patch.   I also bought a lovely bunch of tulips to brighten up Hazel Cottage

Looking around the  garden at this time of year fills me with hope that spring will come - the green shoots of the bulbs are poking through the dead leaves, it wont be long until the daffodils arrive and the garden comes back to life again.

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance,

the wise grows it under his feet

James Oppenheim

A weekend at home

With the ground still hard and frosty, the thought of attempting anything in the garden is out of the question. The garden is looking very forlorn and the heap of manure which is waiting to be dug into the vegetable plots will have to sit where it is for another week. So instead a pottering weekend around the house and planning what we will grow when the weather does improve.

After a trip out for flowers (see picture) and food for the garden birds, Mrs C set up in the dining room with her new sewing machine. She's not had one before so it's very much experimentation and a few simple projects - a draw string bag and a lavender bag with lavender we bought in from our garden and dried.

Meanwhile I rummaged through the seed box to see what vegetables I already had and decide what to grow. Last year was the first proper year in our garden and very much a learning process on the veg front. War was waged on the slugs and snails, beet leaf miners and blackfly and while victory was not always mine, we had some lovely veg. This year we're hoping to try much more and also try some things we've never eaten let alone grown - salsify for one!

We were extremely pleased to see a jay in the garden this afternoon. They are usually very shy birds, rarely straying from woodland. So to see one in the suburbs was a great surprise. They never stay around long so had gone before we could race for the camera. It can only have been the very cold weather of late that's made the jay come this far in search of food. The garden has certainly been teeming with birds lately - collared doves, blue tits, great tits, thrushes, blackbirds, robins and the blousy pigeons stupidly trying to squeeze onto the bird table despite the nuts. seeds and bread scattered on the ground below.

We really must get out into the garden next weekend though!

The absence of snow

Last winter was filled with inches of snow, even as far south as Hazel Cottage.  This winter, whilst the rest of the country is covered in at least a dusting of it, we are back to our usual absence of snow.  It seems that because we are on the south coast and seemingly also sheltered from the worst excesses of weather, we are only used to very occasional, fleeting and insignificant snow.

Our garden this winter

Our garden last winter!

Despite the absence of snow here, the weather has been cold and bitter and the birds in the garden seem increasingly ravenous.  In addition to our usual regular visits by blue tits and robins, we have seen more of the blackbird population and some great tits have appeared and even possibly a song thrush at the top of the hazel tree.  Collared doves and  pigeons are often in the garden until they are startled by the crows and magpies.  We are only in the garden to feed the birds at the moment, everything looks slightly desolate and abandoned and only than the tiny green shoots of daffodils indicate that spring will come, eventually.

Whilst we are waiting for spring (or at least more light and warmth) to go back into the garden, we are still busy in the kitchen.  I made my first batch of marmalade recently, using the wonderful bitter seville oranges that are in season for a short time in January and February.  I used a recipe from the River Cottage Preserve book which seemed to work well, although I must learn to be more patient when it comes to jam and let it boil for longer than I think I should and not decant and have to reboil it again later.  Despite my initial impatience we now have seven jars of very thick cut seville marmalade in the store cupboard, hopefully to last us until we have fruit to make jam.