Sometimes things which appear disastrous turn out to have hidden rewards, and those we take to be our friends are actually not so benevolent; this has been my recent experience at least.
The fire which almost destroyed Shoestring Cottage seemed to
be a bad setback, and a large part of the garden was destroyed, but now that
there is more light being let in after destruction of most of the cherry tree,
things which never would have grown there are thriving. To begin with I plonked in a lot of colourful
and bulky annuals, and how well they have rewarded my faith in them!
The cleomes, those odd looking, old fashioned
spidery flowered plants, have romped away and they are in such pretty purple,
pink and white shades that they have added a whole new range of colours to the
garden. (So much for that long ago
concocted plan of having a white garden but the more colour the better at
present.) The other annuals which have
risen to the challenge are the mallows, also in pinks and with the odd white
one thrown in for good measure.
The
canna lilies took the fire as an encouragement to prosper and show off all
their wild colours, so there is a rather odd contrast between the oranges, reds
and yellows of these subtropicals and the pinks, purples and whites of the
newcomers, and though it’s not a colour combination anybody would have planned
out for the garden, at least it has stopped the weeds from taking over while
the earth was bare.
The bees and
butterflies are having a field day and everybody is happy.
I can’t remember planting this moon flower
but I have tried them before with not much success, and this time seem to have
hit the jackpot, no doubt because of more warmth and light with the boughs of
the old cherry tree being removed. Or maybe this is one I planted before the fire, which has recovered despite its singeing.
Because I lavished the scorched earth with compost and coffee grounds (my cure for whatever ails the garden), a few unexpected things have popped up, such as this tomato seedling which I have left alone and am surprised to see has survived and now has a little crop of fruit, even though it might be a bit late in the season.
On the down side though my former friends in the garden, the
thrush family, upon whom I lavished so much affection, have rewarded me by
raising a clutch of motley and speckled young who are intent upon shredding the
coconut fibre liners in all my hanging baskets and whom I also suspect of being
the culprits in wrenching all my lavender seedlings out of the earth. I find it hard to smile upon them in their
new incarnation and these frenemies also seem to have stopped eating the snails. I am wondering if they have turned their
attention to my grape vine, which has its first ever crop of fruit, but I could
be unjustly blaming the thrushes here, it might be the entire group of avian
frenemies, starlings, sparrows, thrushes and mynah birds who are feasting on
the grapes as soon as they ripen.
Another wonderful Art Deco Weekend has passed and as per
usual it seemed to be the best ever. The
weather for once did not smile on us and we had a weekend with rain and not
much sun, but it was fine on the first evening when we went for a walk and saw
a beautiful sunset, and also when the Gatsby Picnic was on. Because it wasn’t as hot as it usually is, we
were able to wear our furs comfortably and the balls, dances and dinners were
all wonderful. We met some new friends
who come from Australia and have their very own deco names just for when they
are attending, and we thought that was a splendid idea, so now just have to
settle on our own names for future years.
On the way to Napier Lord and Lady Raglan were very patient as we scoured
every op shop along the way, and then of course when we revisited on the way
back to pick up things we had been uncertain about at the first visit. My best buy wasn’t from an op shop, I found
it in the antiques and collectibles fair, and I think it will be a standby for winter
deco and future years. To be honest the gauntlet gloves are so much on the snug side that I may have to carry them about with me rather than wear them, but they will look most stylish all the same. And the handbag has the most clever clasp which is two acorns pressing together.
Also I picked up
two wonderful works of art to add to the walls at Shoestring Cottage. (I
hesitated to tell Mr Shoestring that there are 19 of them on the walls of one
room alone now, as he struggled to reach high enough to add the latest additions.)
They march all the way
up the wall and there isn’t much space left, so I have begun to try to give
some away to obliging family members, with some success. That’s only the less colourful ones you
understand, not my personal favourites which are full of unlikely depictions of
the natural world with emerald green grass, azure skies and sparkling sapphire waters. One of the new additions had a bridge (I didn’t
think of this to begin with, but it fits in with the bridges theme of one grouping), and who
would have thought in the beginning that there would be so many of them? These two paintings were actually a bargain
because Mr Shoestring charmed the op shop lady into giving him a discount,
almost two for the price of one!
Now that art deco weekend is over for the year we have
turned our attention to more fun things to cheer ourselves up until winter
deco, and have hit upon the idea of A Day At The Races party. The local racing club will be the venue and
we are going to take an old fashioned boot picnic with tasty dishes such as asparagus rolls, bacon and egg pie and
maybe lamingtons as well. Ladies to wear
their prettiest “frocks” and hats, gentlemen their country squire jackets. Plaid blankets to sit on, wicker baskets to
hold our picnics, and a mixture of pretty china to serve the dainties. Therefore this plate was a must.
Luckily we can hire a gazebo in case of inclement weather and some bunting will be a nice addition. The personalised invitations have been sent out, so let planning commence. When I saw Mrs Peaceable and tried to bully her into making her delicious bacon and egg pie, of which Mr Shoestring is inordinately fond, she seemed to take it in good spirits so I have high hopes for a delicious repast. Maybe sangria or pretty fruity punch. Mr Shoestring is already on the lookout for a shooting stick to sit on, but I had to forbid Mr Peaceable from wearing jeans. Standards must be maintained, after all! Happy days, happy days!