Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Aga saga

Last week I visited the Aged Parents (not an appellation that they would approve but, since I came down with a cold while I was there, I'm not feeling exactly spritely myself). Every afternoon I retired to my room to sniffle and catch up on my email, or a bit of typesetting, only to find that the super high speed connection which should be provided by my Vodafone gadget would only offer something akin to the speed of light through treacle. So instead I spent a good deal of time gazing out of my drafty attic window and watching the rooks, jackdaws and the occasional raven in trees that have achieved quite terrifying proportions in the 100 or so years that the grounds became a proper garden. On each of my visits my mother and I embark on a sort of Royal Progress: she with stick for swiping the "brimbles", and secateurs to stem the encroachment of the laurel bushes (a losing battle), while I follow behind like a footman, carrying any other necessaries (bag for fir cones destined for kindling, camera to record goodies, the odd armful of prunings destined for the compost heap) and murmuring agreement to such pronouncements as "I think that branch needs to come out" or "That azalea has done very well since I rescued it". The weekend Progress was limited by awful weather and, by Sunday, a pathetic disinclination on my part to move from the warm spot by the Aga.


The greatest treasures at this time of year are the cyclamen which carpet the ground, to be replaced in spring by crocuses and snowdrops. In a garden which still contains the occasional plant so exotic that no one can remember what it is, these tiny jewels still give the most pleasure.

6 comments:

Nan said...

I just love picturing you and your mother doing this together. Lucky, lucky both of you. And what a good activity.

Table Talk said...

Every year I plant a few more cyclamen, because as you so rightly say they are a joy at a time when there is so little else of colour around. My favourites are the bright vermillion with the silvery leaves. I simply love them. Take care of that cold.

mountainear said...

I'd love a blanket of them - mine seem disinclined to spread. Perhaps in a hundred years' time....

GeraniumCat said...

Nan, I am lucky, yes, we enjoy those walks.

TT and M'ear, I can't grow cyclamen at all here, so I have to enjoy them vicariously when I'm in Devon.

elizabethm said...

I love your cyclamen and i have tried hard to grow them here but they seem to disappear. My parents (also in devon) had them in their last garden and I have not yet given up on the idea of a pool here.

GeraniumCat said...

Elizabeth, the problem I have seems to be getting them to establish - I've tried with big corms brought from Devon, but they just won't "take".