Yours is absolutely beautiful, as is your sister’s.
Both I and the late Chairman had green fingers, we had two large gardens (back and front) at my last house, and we grew a lot of the flowers we planted from seed on a huge pine table in our living room window.
When I moved to this house, I deliberately chose one with a conservatory, for growing as well as sitting, and small gardens that I could manage alone. This was obviously prophetic as Lymphoedema now prevents me gardening at all. After I’ve had compression treatment, hopefully within the next few months, I hope to be out there again, although, obviously, without kneeling.
Keep up the good work. You not only have green fingers, but combined with the cooking, what my mother would have called ‘golden hands’. 🙂
Kalyn – I forgot to take a photo of the herb pots….
JMB – Well thanks!
Chairwoman – I’m so impressed you grew your flowers from seed. Every year I say I am going to do that to save money, and every year finds me at the nursery buying flats of preplanted annuals….Hope you’re feeling better soon. And until you are, I hope you are having others help you – one can “garden” from a chair by directing others to do what it is you need done. Much of gardening is done, as you know, with pen and paper, love of beauty, attention to nature’s ways (and pests) and imagination. All of those it seems you have quite in abundance..
The sheer joy of planting those seeds in February, to my mind the most depressing of months, and seeing the seedlings poke their heads out of the compost a couple of weeks later is most cheering.
Also, as well as saving money, you can plant things that are different from the same old annuals that the nurseries sell.
And, if you’re really poncey (and I have been known to be :-)), you can devise original colour schemes without the disappointment of finding that the nursery doesn’t have the particular colours you’d planned to use.
Also, it can be a family thing, we enlisted the help of Katy, who was a moody adolescent at the time, with the watering, while we shared the planting on, and turning the trays.
Wow — that’s amazing! I couldn’t keep a potted plant alive if my life depended on it. No matter how much care I give to them, any plants I try to grow shrivel up and die regardless of my efforts.
So lovely! If we had found an apartment with a garden like that, I’d have never left Manhattan! Though I do like my little patch of dirt in the northern suburbs…
I love your rooftop garden! And the blue chairs are gorgeous. Mon mari just made two of those for me – painted green, not as pretty. (The other choices were black and pink – not good paint selections here in France) Both gardens look so inviting!
We got our green thumbs from Mom…
Very cool. I love seeing your garden.
Well you can be proud of this creation. It’s gorgeous and obviously flourishing despite the difficult venue.
And she cooks too!
I dream of having a roof garden in Manhattan.
Yours is absolutely beautiful, as is your sister’s.
Both I and the late Chairman had green fingers, we had two large gardens (back and front) at my last house, and we grew a lot of the flowers we planted from seed on a huge pine table in our living room window.
When I moved to this house, I deliberately chose one with a conservatory, for growing as well as sitting, and small gardens that I could manage alone. This was obviously prophetic as Lymphoedema now prevents me gardening at all. After I’ve had compression treatment, hopefully within the next few months, I hope to be out there again, although, obviously, without kneeling.
Keep up the good work. You not only have green fingers, but combined with the cooking, what my mother would have called ‘golden hands’. 🙂
Kalyn – I forgot to take a photo of the herb pots….
JMB – Well thanks!
Chairwoman – I’m so impressed you grew your flowers from seed. Every year I say I am going to do that to save money, and every year finds me at the nursery buying flats of preplanted annuals….Hope you’re feeling better soon. And until you are, I hope you are having others help you – one can “garden” from a chair by directing others to do what it is you need done. Much of gardening is done, as you know, with pen and paper, love of beauty, attention to nature’s ways (and pests) and imagination. All of those it seems you have quite in abundance..
The sheer joy of planting those seeds in February, to my mind the most depressing of months, and seeing the seedlings poke their heads out of the compost a couple of weeks later is most cheering.
Also, as well as saving money, you can plant things that are different from the same old annuals that the nurseries sell.
And, if you’re really poncey (and I have been known to be :-)), you can devise original colour schemes without the disappointment of finding that the nursery doesn’t have the particular colours you’d planned to use.
Also, it can be a family thing, we enlisted the help of Katy, who was a moody adolescent at the time, with the watering, while we shared the planting on, and turning the trays.
Wow — that’s amazing! I couldn’t keep a potted plant alive if my life depended on it. No matter how much care I give to them, any plants I try to grow shrivel up and die regardless of my efforts.
So lovely! If we had found an apartment with a garden like that, I’d have never left Manhattan! Though I do like my little patch of dirt in the northern suburbs…
I love your rooftop garden!
And the blue chairs are gorgeous. Mon mari just made two of those for me – painted green, not as pretty. (The other choices were black and pink – not good paint selections here in France)
Both gardens look so inviting!