“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
Gardeners are always full of hope in the face of adversity. Yesterday the big dog decided to destroy my kiwi Issai which is at the foot of a pear tree by our back door. I had been admiring its growth this spring, as it was finally looking well established. I have not found them growing in Galicia and Tim had brought it over from the UK in his suitcase 18 months ago. All that remains is a stump with a single branch on it. In the spirit of hope I put the scattered pieces in a jam jar of water and this morning I have trimmed them and planted them in compost. Perhaps something good will come of it if some of them grow.
Every time a seed or tree is planted there is the hope that beauty and food will result rather than it providing a feast for the numerous beasties and diseases that are also struggling for life. Planting walnuts and monkey puzzle trees are a long term hope from which future grandchildren will benefit. I garden organically and expect to loose some plants so I try to plant more than I think I will need. This year will be the year of the Squash. I have Lady Godiva for the edible seeds, Greek, Zapallito de Toscana, Candystick Desert Delicata, yellow Patty pan and some courgettes Black Knight. I hope to seed save from them all and keep many into winter.
The blossoming and flowering season continues. chive, sage, chervil are all in bloom. The aquilegia which I grew from seed are flowering for the first time. Our first apricot has set on one of our trees. I hope it will make it to maturity and no doubt I will have a special ceremony when we taste it for the first time. Cherries have also set but I shall be in competition with the birds for those.