Among the last flowers of the season – a garden update

grow-echinaceaIt’s been a long, intense summer. Three months of extreme heat and no rain. It is not something we where prepared for here in Sweden. Our summers are suppose to be a mix of warmth and rain, not scorching hot with temperatures around 30’C almost for three months straight.

As you might expect, my garden did not fare well. Everything shriveled up. About half of the flowers I planted didn’t make it, an those that survived has grown only half the size of what they should be. But most are perennials, and now that we’ve gotten some rain and the temperature has dropped, they seem to be recovering. With some luck they’ll come back next year and bless us with their beauty.

How have your gardens fared this summer? Did you suffer heat and water-rations like me? Or were you among those who had to deal with lower temperatures than normal and more rain?

Share your thoughts with us. 🙂


gardening · personal stuff

Is there such a thing as too many Marigolds?

Marigold Snow Princess (image from

Not if you ask me! Easy to grow, long period of flowering, edible and a great ingredient in all kinds of herbal medical treatments, oils and ointments. And on top of that, it is pretty!

I have, in a very short time, managed to get quite a collection of different types of Marigolds, and I can’t seem to get enough. I just found this darling version on and I absolutely must to have it!

It will look perfect in a large pot together with purple salvia and some ivy. 🙂



gardening · News

On the right path – the garden path that is

snodroppar_550c8762e087c30c36988535Time to come clean. I haven’t been able to work on my NaNo April Camp project at all.

When I got the e-mail back in late February early March winter was still on full force. Spring seemed an eternity away, and with it any thoughts on the garden. But spring came and I woke up to the realisation that I need to get my ass in gear and start digging flowerbeds and start germinating seeds ASAP or everything will have to wait a whole year.

So, I tore myself from the keyboard, rolled up my sleeves and got digging. And I haven’t stopped since.

Sorry, NaNoWriMo, but the garden waits for no one.