Six-on-Saturday – Reflections Cum Vino

I must make a start. It’s Friday wine-time and there’s not a child washed. Retirement can be exasperating, but never fear! Red wine and words will flow freely, so grab a coffee, put your phone fón on flight mode and join with me for some random Six on Saturday reflections. Afterwards, you’ll be able to tap this link to visit The Propagator’s blog or visit @cavershamjj on Twitter for more accounts of December garden favourites. You’ll find plenty writers linking their Six on Saturday garden selection in the comments section. I cannot guarantee that they are written articulately wine-free-zones. Note also that, just like Brexit, you’ll need to exit flight mode.

First Glass

In an attempt to draw the eye away from the household bins, the baubles dangle on the bare Acer. This is a recent addition to the three trí permanent baubles. Initially, I thought I could see the photographer’s reflection. Thought made a fool of me this time!

Relegated from inside

Second

I am definitely reflected clearly in this one. It was taken a few days cúpla lá before wine-time. Regular readers may remember I used this ball to try air-layering. I was assured that eight weeks would be enough time and roots would form inside. Well, thought made a fool of me for a second time. I opened it (and others) only to find that nothing happened. I regret to say that the solution is… more wine. How exasperating!

Failure is the best medicine

Now The Third

Here, I’m opting for a virtual reflection, the sort that usually starts in my head. The best time for head reflection is between the second and third glass gloine. Everything after that becomes as blurred as thought.

There is very little garden colour at this time on Friday evening, so it was wonderful to see the polyanthus in full bloom a few days ago. That’s a wholesome thought, articulated clearly.

Polyanthus

Pacing Myself

I’m only halfway there, and I’ve decided to cease and desist in order to continue clear articulation. The bottle buidéal has been moved out of reach. I snapped this last Wednesday, shortly after a rowdy group of starlings pecked ravenously at something within. I know not what was within, nor the name used for a group of starlings. I don’t even remember the name of the plant. The solution is clear; wine will surely help. I’m reaching out.

Unknown rockery plant

Approaching Plastered State

This is an unplastered west-facing wall. It is seven feet tall, but that’s not important now. The photograph clearly shows the conifer leaning non-vertically Northwards. Of course its non-vertical! That’s what leaning actually means. This wine is really helping me to articulate clearly. I’m so happy that I took a break between glass three and four.

Too much wine

Mumbo Jumbo

I was given a beautiful bowl and lamp set when I left Ballinameela in 2007. The bowl lived a fruit-filled life on the kitchen table for many years. Last month it was upgraded to a garden birdbath, behind the hebe. Regularly filled with water, the birds sometimes visit it. Filled with water, as baths sometimes are, the birds visit it regularly.

They drink, bathe and perhaps enjoy looking at themselves. My final clear thought for the evening runs something like this…

A small amount of wine can lead to great fun. In this instance I learned about reduplicated phrases such as mumbo-jumbo that arrived in our everyday language. This is playfulness at its best! My favourite reduplicated phrase is…

Is it just hot, or is it HOT-hot?

Personal reflections (6)

• The first vaccine was administered to Mary Keenan, now forever known as Patient A.
• Our new front and back doors were fitted.
• I’ve never seed a tradesman so good to clean up mucky mess.
• The last garden project of the year was completed, as I slatted up the front of the second compost heap.
• Crystal Palace recorded a 5-1 away victory, their biggest Premiership win.
• A catastrophic no-deal between the EU and UK is looking us straight in the face.

I’ll be back next week with some reflections about something. In the meantime, I hope your Christmas preparations are going well. Slán go fóill.

Pádraig,

12th December 2020