Single clematis flower. Su Leslie 2019
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. — Margaret Atwood
My garden is one of the reasons posting to WP Is a bit random at the moment. The Changing Seasons post IS coming — promise.
Macro Monday
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Meaningful quote! Garden work is upon you, indeed you should smell like dirt, Su!
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Cool photo – and like that quote/
Happy garden time Su😊
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Thanks Yvette. It’s really windy, but not raining yet 🙂
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Beautifully captured! 🙂
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Thanks Amy 🙂
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Such a petty colour Su.
Leslie
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Love the quote! Better enjoy the feel of the earth while we still can … next thing we know, the only dirt we can get will be at an interactive display in a museum
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Yep. And to think Joni Mitchell was saying the same thing in 1970 with Big Yellow Taxi.
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I know, right? You’d think we would get it better by now ….
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not as long as someone is making the “dollar fifty” entrance charge.
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Pretty much the same sentiment in spring, summer and autumn! With only winter being the rest time (and catalogue perusing time). Enjoy being in the garden, much better than behind a computer 😀
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Absolutely!! My body hates time spent on my office chair much more than anything outdoor work does to it. 😀
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Lovely depiction of a sweetly enticing spring flower.
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I would expect a horticulture student to be in the garden in spring, Su. 🙂
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You would think so, wouldn’t you. The course itself is frustratingly lacking in practical work.
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I don’t know how you retain anything.
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Luckily I have a garden area that I can practice in; and I make extra-curricular notes in my garden journal. But it does worry me a bit that this is a recognised qualification. I’m hoping the other courses in the cert are more practical.
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Let us know. I’m starting to think I should make a bigger effort to grow my own food, but it is not something that I am good at.
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I’m not naturally green-fingered (almost the opposite in fact), but I have space and time and felt I should use both better. The fact that i’ve come to love gardening is a huge bonus.
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Sounds like a good plan, Su.
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I agree a busy time Su, How is your weather? I look forward to seeing your labour of love in the changing seasons. I’ve just beaten you to the end of the month this time. Here it is https://retiredfromgypsylife.wordpress.com/2019/09/30/changing-seasons-september-2019/
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I love clematis! They look so delicate and yet are so sturdy! I also love the plump texture of their backs, which your photo shows. 🙂
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In the name of all clematis I take great offence to be titled with ‘smell like dirt’….. 😉
I was shocked to see that title and the photo joined in one post, when it came up in my mails this Monday morning. Then – I understood – but still don’t like it. When I garden in spring, it’s not the smell of dirt but new life, the exhaustion of having done my back out/in (choose), smears of earth on my face…. but that’s not dirt, that’s soil, goodness – and who the heck knows how many years we’re still ‘entitled’ to know that smell…. Margaret Atwood never minced her words, I know, but in this singular case, she should have been choosing differently. Just saying 🙂
Happy gardening – here it’s raking leaves, scrubbing moss off the stone benches, and the smell of autumn and decay.
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Interesting! I actually like the term dirt in this context better than soil. More colloquial!
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you’re right – but still, in the name of the lovely clematis: We don’t do casual in this respect …. 😉
I’m kidding of course. Just feeling sorry for clematis!
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