No sewing in today's post. Anyone who has been reading Threading My Way for any length of time, will know that I love to garden. It's a passion I've had for my whole adult life. Other hobbies have come and gone, but gardening has always been something I love to do.
Sewing and gardening are both creative outlets that allow me to express myself. Just as with my sewing, the garden is constantly evolving. Unlike sewing, gardening is also great exercise. No need for me to pay for gym memberships.
The garden is also full of memories. Pansies planted every year, to remember a friend. Pansies were her favourite flowers.
A May bush, flowering every year for the birthday of one of our children. Mr TMW picked May bush and brought it to the hospital for me.
Slipper orchids, a present from my Mum, who is also an avid gardener. She's really good at striking cuttings, and luckily for me, I'm often the recipient.
A kalanchoe from my late father-in-law.
The inside of a washing machine. I have two of these and remember them in my parents' garden when I was growing up. They would have been my Dad's idea. As a sideline to his job, he ran a wholesale nursery, so there's green thumbs on both sides of my family. Dad passed away when I was only 23.
Agaves from a generous neighbour.
An eBay purchase by a dear friend and work colleague. He bought the large bromeliad for me not long before he passed away.
A birthday present to Mr TMW from our eldest son. He carefully chose the bromeliad and paid for it with his pocket money.
Succulents - a reminder of visits to gardening shows with friends. The three of us rummaged through tubs of succulent cuttings, each choosing different ones that we could later give to the others as they grew.
Bromeliads from a fellow bromeliad enthusiast.
Gardening is therapeutic. I try to walk around the entire garden each day. Invariably there's something new to look at each time.
Our resident Satin Bower bird had changed the location of his bower. We can't remember how long he's been around, but this year he decided to move the bower several metres. It's in a slightly more open area, so we are hoping he stays safe from neighbouring cats.
I hope you've enjoyed looking around our garden. Back to sewing next post.