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It feels like Back To Square One for the gardener...

28/9/2018

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I have been struggling these past weeks. No surprise, I guess – uprooting and transplanting is not something you do in passing. It takes time to adapt. We are far from settled and I suspect it will take years, rather than weeks, until we’ve really arrived. A former neighbour and friend of mine who has been through it before us with her three kids recently confided it took three years until she felt home again in her native Stockholm. So I’m bracing myself and try not to expect too much, being gentle and forgiving with myself, allowing the moods to surface rather than suppress the feelings. Yes, pulling yourself together is all well and good – but not always and at all cost.
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If there is one thing that helps me mentally it’s the knowledge that I have been there before and that time will help. I wish I had a garden I could get stuck into, but unfortunately there isn’t one. I miss my sanctuary badly. And Kew Gardens. No longer being able to escape there for a few hours is one of the things I miss most about London. There is a Botanical Garden here, but it is tiny - like a pocket square to Kew’s football pitch and with none of the lovely “add-on’s” like the Botanical Art gallery, the cafes, exhibitions, etc. Kew has to offer. It’s a classic “plant collection”, maintained by the university, run by a handful of staff. Still, I do hope that eventually I’ll think less about what I’ve lost and more about the upside of it whenever I go there. And yes, I’m very grateful it exists at all.

As for my own plants, it has helped me setting out the pots more like a border along the back of the plot and the car port, rather than have them stood as one big “blob” under the beech tree. Whenever I watered this incongruent assortment of pots I couldn’t help crying. It was a disorganized jumble and made me feel even more keenly the loss of my garden. After the first few weeks I spent thoughts and half a day on how best to group them – both with regard to the amount of light each needed or could cope with (sun lovers around the paved area that received sun around midday, the shade lovers further along where they’d only get sun in the afternoon) and my aesthetic sensibilities. Textures, size, leaf colours and forms were the things to consider.

I’m particular on that front, it has to be harmonious or I almost physically shudder. Just as I spent half a day in the flat rearranging ceramics, cachepots etc. my man had unpacked and put on the shelf: I needed to get the right balance of height, form, colour and distance from each other or it would hurt and itch me every time I clapped eyes on it. I know I’m especially sensitive on that front and not everyone has that urge or need - my man, for instance, does not even notice the difference! Once that was done though – both indoors and outside – it felt immediately better. But I have to admit that right now, I've lost interest in them a bit: I water them and look if the wind has done any damage, but the enthusiasm and joy is - at least at present - much reduced. Although, if I DO tend to them, during those moments, it still feels good.

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When I searched for a place for us to move to in our chosen city, back in April, we only had a week during school holidays to come here and look at prospective flats. I’d emailed a few estate agents before, telling them what we were looking for, but the responses weren’t encouraging. Several did not reply at all, some politely told me they had no such thing on their books, one kindly agreed to meet us in the agency’s offices. From that lady we learned that due to a change in law which stipulates all fees are to be met by landlords, no estate agent would agree to search on our behalf: if we decided not to rent the place they’d found us, they would not be allowed to offer it to other prospective tenants hence the risk was too great for them to invest their time.

I still really haven’t understood why they couldn’t offer it to someone else, but I think it’s to do with impartiality – they’d not be working on behalf of the landlord who ultimately has to pay the estate agent’s fees. Anyway, what this meant for us is that we’d search online for a place to rent – on websites similar to rightmove – and if we saw something that we were interested in, we’d contact the agent and arrange a viewing. Naturally, we’d not be the only one looking to move, so turnover on these websites is rapid in most cases. Trying to enter the game from London was a bit tricky – you can’t just pop by for a viewing. During the week in April, we visited five or six places. All of them had their considerable drawbacks: too expensive, horrible location, a layout that was simply not fit for a family… There was not a single one with a proper garden. In the end, we plunged for the last one we viewed, literally a few hours before leaving for London again, reasoning it was our best bet as it would not have been easy to return for more viewings.

And indeed the flat is beautiful: specious and light, made for family living and in a fantastic location. It’s a third-floor flat under the roof (with most rooms featuring roof slopes) in a detached villa-style house. The surrounding streets, too, feature this lovely style of development – a bit like parts of West London. The gardens are not big, but there are many mature trees, making it feel lovely and green. (Although I have noticed that a big public park nearby is on some counts preferable: you can’t just walk into these properties and sit under the trees or amongst the shrubbery as you could in Victoria Park!) Even better, it’s just a walk or a few tram stops to get me to the quarter of town that most resembles East London in spirit. Like a cross between Shoreditch and Hackney Wick, long gentrified but still with a definite and defiantly alternative spirit, inhabited by young families, artists, small entrepreneurs and agencies as well as a few left-over punks and hippies.

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There are also substantial acreages of nature (in the more traditional sense, although managed, of course) not too far away – a large forested area with many ancient hiking trails where I hope to go foraging for fungi soon, although this summer’s heat probably has seen off much of the fungi’s mycelium, so perhaps not a good year for foraging. And then there are miles of accessible river banks which, unlike in so many cities, have not been squeezed into a stone corset but still consist of meadows which occasionally do flood. Or rather: the river has been dammed a little but the risk of flooding is too high to build on the flats near it so instead there are dry meadows for all to enjoy. So, all in all a lovely region and area to move to.

Anyway, I only mention all the above - and especially he difficulties we faced in finding a place - to explain why someone as plant-mad as me would plunge for a flat without a garden. Because once you've had one it's so much harder to go back to not having one. But we really didn't have much time or many options. What I did do though is contact the agent after we'd viewed the place and told her we liked it but that the make or break thing was whether I'd be allowed to do some gardening here. I sent over a few shots of my old garden, telling I intended to bring all my plants in pots and that they were far too many and far too heavy for the small roof terrace. Would I be allowed to do some gardening in the yard?

The answer was yes, the owner was okay with that. But he'd want to meet in person to agree where I might dig and plant or whatever I intended to do. So that it would not diminish appearances of the property overall and look "neat". We did not hear from him since moving in and I have to admit I have not been "on his trail" as much as I probably should have been, i.e. I haven't contacted him either. For one thing, I currently lack the time and energy. Also, right now I do not even have a spade (nor a car, and there aren't any garden centres nearby). But more than anything I'm a bit despairing of the prospect of what can be done. What if he want's to allocate me a spot that won't suit my charges? Right underneath the tree, say?

            Stuck not between a rock and a hard place but a mighty beech tree and a Thuja hedge...

And while that's unlikely and I can well imagine convincing him with my arguments, there aren't that many alternatives. The main area in the yard that's not paved and used for cars is indeed underneath the mature beech tree which is too dry to be very hospitable to herbaceous plants, thanks to the thick mat of tree roots muscling everything else out and drinking up every drop of rain that manages to penetrate the canopy or any watering I might do. Moreover, this area is the designated "football pitch" for not just my children but two other boys in the house.

In front of the building is a narrow strip that probably could host a border, but it is along the road, under the nose of our neighbours (while I can't see any of the yard/ front strip/ rest of property from any of our windows) and most crucially South facing, i.e. too sunny for many of my charges - and the rest that really does thrive on sun is not hardy.  If I did a border there, it would be filled mainly with new acquisitions. Great prospect perhaps, except that right now I'm in desparate need for winter quarters for great numbers of existing plants - even the many perennials among them that are hardy won't likely be so in a pot faced with continental winter temperatures. 

The most likely area for a bed for them is at the back of the yard, just outside the beech canopy area, along the North and Northwest border. And guess what - there is a fine Thuja hedge there. Need I say more? Every gardener is likely to know what that means and will join me in a groan. Maybe if I build a slightly raised bed there? With membranes or something to stop or slowing down both beech and Thuja roots from entering. But would that still be acceptable to the "neat appearances of the property" command? I guess I have to find out, give it a try. But right now, I don't feel up for it.

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Instead, I wreck my head where to overwinter the pots. The landing in the hallway is a shoo-in: the Camellias are pencilled in for that and should do well there. AND I could see their blooms, although these might open prematurely due to temperatures. The perennials rest over winter, right? They should not need much light – but will the tiny window in the basement be sufficient for several months? Sure enough for the tools and bicycles, but for plants? I hope so. But even then, there’s only about 2 sqm of it, not much for the number of pots that need accommodating.

I don’t think I can expect the neighbours to tolerate more pots along the stairs in the hallway – it might also be a health and safety regulations issue (blocked escape routes/ access and the like). But I do wonder whether to politely ask if anyone objects to a few pots in the basement laundry room: we each have our own washing machine and since we are the only ones without a dryer, there is a little room next to mine…

I’m not sure how frost-free (or rather: how badly frost-prone) the roof terrace is: in theory, a few storeys up, it shouldn’t be as cold as in the yard since cold air sinks to the ground, right? So maybe that’s enough of a protection for the Helleborus and Viburnum tinnus which can stand a bit of frost but won’t like their pots frozen through. With a bit of wrapping, I think I can pull that off – I just have to lug them (like everything else destined for the landing) up.

But I don’t think I can rely on wrapping pots on the roof terrace for overwintering the ornamental sages. Not least because it is fully exposed to any wind coming from the North, North East or Northwest. Over the last few days, they’ve taken quite a battering in a taste of what’s to come. They still flower their little hearts out, despite the less than favourable conditions for them, and I’m very grateful to them for that as it cheers me up – but I wouldn’t want to take chances. So if I find space for them inside our flat, in addition to all the Hibiscus and regular indoor plants – would that in turn be too warm and dry for them over winter?? Will they grow weak and limp and succumb not to frost but to spider mites etc. instead? And what about my Trachelospermum, for instance, currently sheltering in a corner of the roof terrace?

Questions, questions – decisions, decisions… Still, right now finding winter quarters for all my plants actually seems the easier option compared with creating somewhere to plant. And I hope I’ll be in a better state to tackle that challenge come spring.
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6 Comments
Jo
7/10/2018 20:34:06

I feel your sadness and sense of loss. Not too long ago, I moved back to London after 12 years living in New Zealand, and - like your Swedish friend - it took three full years for me to feel settled again. Admittedly, I didn't bring any 'charges' with me - I've only become a gardener since returning. But now that I *do* garden, I can imagine your overwhelm at trying to find a place to house them (such that they thrive). I am wishing the very best for you from London - I live close to Kew and will take you with me in spirit the next time I visit :-)

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Stefanie
14/10/2018 04:34:41

Jo, that is so sweet of you! Thank you - both for the good wishes and the "taking in spirit"!
Oh my - it can't have been easy leaving New Zealand behind, even without any garden or plants. It is such a stunningly beautiful corner of the world and generally lovely, relaxed place to live! Twenty-five years ago almost to the day I was lucky enough to start my own adventure there, for almost a year, and still consider that year one of the happiest in my life. The difference coming back to London must have been even more marked and felt much more keenly than me moving back to the continent.
Yes, time will help, thank God - so I'll just have to wait it out, I guess. Luckily, London isn't too far away for a visit - and I sincerely hope YOU had/ have the chance to go back to NZ every now and then, too. I for one haven't stopped pining for the chance of a loooong holiday/ sabbatical again there all these years :-) .

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Frog
3/1/2019 17:27:30

It is January now and I hope you managed to find somewhere to overwinter your lovely plants... I can relate to all your questions and frustration. I am very grateful for my small garden, but I often feel that I can't find a proper space for a plant, be it because we are North facing, or too hot and dry in the summer at the other end of the garden, or generally because the plot is so, so narrow. And I completely share your acute sensitivity to the harmony of shapes and textures ! I also spend hours moving stuff in my (small house) wishing I didn't own such piece of furniture which is too large or the wrong shape, that I had wall lights instead of floor lights (lack of floor space), etc. I end up slightly moving one thing (there was not much choice and things were already arranged the best way they could be, even though I keep dreaming that a new perfect layout would bring peace). Is there any community gardening scheme where, when you feel a bit better and have a bit more time, you could put your hands some nice soil ?

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Stefanie
10/1/2019 12:31:22

Dear Frog,
thank you very much for your long comment! I've taken many of the plants inside, and tried to protect the ones I couldn't as best I could. Whether they'll make it through - we'll see. Lack of enough light is a serious issue for the former, and for the latter it will depend on how cold the winter will turn out to be.
I'm not aware of any community gardening schemes but I was thinking of other options - such as helping out in the school garden of my little one's school. Ultimately though, nice as it is, it's not the same thing, is it? We'll see.
As for moving and endlessly rearranging stuff inside your home (and the frustration re not the right place for plants in your garden): my sympathy - I know very well what you are talking about...

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26/8/2019 02:34:45

Now, I understand why you feel this way. It feels bad when you have lost your passion for something you love to do before. being a garden might be the top thing that is closest to your heart and you suddenly feel the lost for love for it for some reason. Sometimes, we need to acknowledge the fact that it happens, and we are supposed to be okay with that! What's important is the fact that we will be able to regain our strength and our love for something that we do. Passion is indeed important to keep us going.

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Stefanie
31/8/2019 09:41:03

You are right. Depressions and grief, among other reasons, do that to you. Indeed, it's one of their main symptoms to completely lose interest in the things you used to enjoy and/or enjoyed doing. Often, time alone will help; sometimes you need external help, too. It is part of therapy to try and rekindle that passion in someone to help overcome depressions. It is hard work though and, again, it takes time as often it isn't a straightforward path to progess. Gardening, as is well established in scientific literature and confirmed by the experience of countless people every day, is particularly therapeutic and effective in helping that process along. All the better then, if it is your original passion, too.

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    About the Author,
    Stefanie


    Born and raised in East Berlin, Germany. Has moved a few miles west since, to East London. Gardening since childhood, though first attempts were in what should properly be described a sandpit (yes, Brandenburg’s soil is that poor). After 15 years of indoor-only gardening has upgraded via a small roof terrace to a patio plot crammed with pots. Keeps dreaming about a big garden, possibly with a bit of woodland, a traditional orchard and a walled garden plus a greenhouse or two. Unlikely to happen in this lifetime - but hey, you can always dream.



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