Seeds and Sunlight.

Accidental pink buddleia. Accidental, because I thought I had planted “Black Knight”(deepest purple). But hey, the butterflies and bees aren’t splitting hairs.

Bit of a naff title. Not good with post titles, me.

Anyway. Hello there luvs! Happy New Year, and all of the blessings to you : )

It’s somewhat surprised me that it’s somehow managed to be three weeks into 2017, but there you go. The days have bled into one another. School holiday rhythms have seduced our hours.

I thought it high time that I do a wee postie here. Please disregard my locked post yesterday – I have remedied the situation with a proper (well, um, as much as I can be associated with the word “proper”) post today.

The Summer (thus far) has been gentle here. We’re still surrounded by lush green, instead of the crispy umbers and ochres that often predominate at this time of the year. My parrot friends visit me daily, and so do more spiders than I care to mention.

And today I threw myself into working in my scruffy, overgrown garden; because I find hard labour is not only good for the body, but along with tea, is often a cure-all.

I mean, what do you think they were fuelled by when they were cracking those Enigma codes, and winning wars? ; )*

Anyway. Gardening. Along with pruning and mulching, I’ve also been seed saving.

Got the year wrong with two of those packets. Oops. Still catching up with myself. Those packets, (fashioned moste inelegantly from old brown paper bags), may be tiny, but they contain an eff-load of seeds. All painstakingly gathered.

…And also…drying the herbs (yes, it does look a bit creepy and Blair Witch-ish). But it does the job, I find.

Drying: chamomile, yet more poppies, (Flanders), and lemon balm. Lots and lots of lemon balm, by gum. This all watched over by an approving Frida.

And my elderflower tree, which was just a tiny clump of a thing back in Autumn has gone beserkers. It’s even flowering. Not enough for a bottle of elderflower champers, (not…yet), but promising, nonetheless. The main aim of planting the elderflower was an attempt to fill the void left by the sad demise of an old rhododendron. Somewhat like a teenage boy, it looks as though it might reach the 6 foot mark by the end of Summer.

I have an enormous soft-spot for elderflowers. I understand why they were sacred to the druids, and are steeped in faerie lore.

These final weeks of Summer holidays are filled with plans. My head is spinning, somewhat. There are so many changes on the horizon, chez Rapunzel’s. In the mean time, in this little bubble of Summer, I’m watching the flight of dragonflies and chasing the shade around the garden. Soon enough we’ll be caught up in the routines of school timetables and deadlines.


Reading: Die Wise, by Stephen Jenkinson. I’m also excitedly anticipating The Bear and the Nightingale, by Katherine Arden and The Good People, by Hannah Kent.

Listening: The Bride, by Bat for Lashes, and To Build a Home, by the Cinematic Orchestra.

Watching: The Edge of Seventeen, (Moon-girl and I went to see this one together, and we really enjoyed it).

Drinking: spearmint, lemon balm, and rose petal tea, harvested and dried from the garden. Oh, and wine too. Let us not forget the wine. A good Kiwi sauv blanc cuts it on the hot days.

And you? What are you up to these days?

I do hope this month, whether you are in sunlight or snow, (or something slushy and less definitive) is treating you very well indeed.

Cheerio luvs, and chat soon. xxx

*forgive my taking liberty with history. I realise that Hitler’s defeat had an awful lot to do with other stuff too. Like the Russians, for instance. Pity it seems to be working the opposite way now. Ahem. But never underestimate the power of tea and women. I doubt Mr Orange-y Pants has factored in the legions of righteous women, armed with teapots that are filled with robust and diverse blends of Camellia sinensis. The stuff of revolutions, I say!

12 thoughts on “Seeds and Sunlight.

  1. I know proper gardeners wince at elder and worse, the dread import buddleia, but I love both because they help us grow almost instant hedge, shade, depth etc. And come with butterflies and bees! Such a gift. It’s lovely to read about your garden as I look out at our frost-covered jungle : ) xx


    1. Yeah – I’m not really supposed to grow elder here, Jo. And because of that it’s hard to find. But it’s so medicinal and beautiful. And, like you say – instant hedge. Which is what I need to fill a big gappy space. And I figure that it can’t travel far anyway, wedged as it is between shed, bricks and fence.

      And we have a particularly giant buddleia (planted before we arrived) that provides merciful shade on the west side of the house. I’m grateful for that today as it’s going to be a stinking hot one. xx


  2. oh, i do so love reading gardeny posts whilst we are in the midst of Dreary, which is my new name for winter, based on what we’ve had thus far, and are expected to have for the near future. not super-cold, but damp and sunless….*shiver*. the sight of your lovely blooms and drying herbs is such a happy thrill.

    i’m especially happy to hear that you haven’t been frizzled by summer. it makes it far more enjoyable.

    much love. xoxoxoxo


    1. The Dreary is a perfect moniker for Winter. Especially that post-Solstice time. I’m not fond of damp, I must say.
      But…the frizzle arrives today here! It’s going to be 36 degrees C. Erk. This means that, apart from the usual meltage, Merlin will be especially peevish and impossible.
      Much love to you, also xx


  3. It’s warming to hear about your gardens. By the end of summer here, it was so dreadfully dry that I gave up many things. I hope we get a bit more rain this spring and summer. I’m going to look up Elderflower to see if it will grow in my zone. And Mr. Orange-y Pants, hmmm, I don’t think he knows how to factor much of anything. The march in Atlanta was encouraging, too bad nobody showed up for his little inauguration speach, boo-hoo. We have much work to do, but women should not have to re-do the work our mothers, grandmothers, and greats, did for us. Much tea will be needed and we can’t let all the tea they consumed go to waste. And now on to Elderflower…


    1. Nicole, elderflowers are pretty tough creatures. Hopefully they’ll grow where you are.

      And I do agree wholeheartedly that women should NOT have to re-do all the work of previous generations. There is a lot of work to be done, yes. And I fear a lot more than tea is required. I felt incredibly moved and encouraged by all the marches. I mean, 2.9 million people across the US is pretty amazing. xx


  4. i love lemon balm—so good for so many things. and it’s the one herb that has gone happily mad in my yard of death…elder is lovely too. a mother plant, definitely.

    i am pretty sure that mr. orangey pants never gave the slightest thought of import to women, other than to rate their attractiveness. it may well be his downfall. i was in that MOB of humanity in DC on saturday, and let me say, there are a LOT of people who despise him and all he stands for, who don’t intend to rest until all that rubbish is defeated and swept away…

    whatever change may come, in the micro and personal, or in the macro and planetary, we are not alone. one the contrary, we are all one. one little letter makes all the difference…

    may the garden flourish and thy heart with it.


    1. Oh dear. I’m very late to respond…mad days.

      But lemon balm! I can’t really choose a favourite herb, but that one is near the top. It’s happiness (quite literally) in a cup.

      And it thrills me no end that you were marching in DC : ) A beautiful thing, and I’m so glad it happened.

      You’re right about not being alone. I’ve felt that proven to me, time and again. But especially of late.
      Love to you, dear friend. xx


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