The Environment and I

The Environment and I

What is the The Environment and I all about. Well its just me banging on about stuff that’s on my mind at this moment. Probably at a later date when I check this out I will think what the heck am I saying and quickly delete the post.

In the meantime, this is about as much as I have to offer regarding plant life in the garden on this cold Winter morning.

Hamamelis Arnolds Promise


The Rhododendron bud, promise of what’s to come.

The Environment and I

The environmentalists, I suppose for me the story starts in my childhood in the 1950s. First of all, may I say I have nothing but admiration for those who behave in a sensible manner regarding the environment.  I, like the majority of you, play a sensible part in recycling, I hate to be wasteful, and my gardening habits have changed to a degree which would morally be rather more acceptable than it once may have been.

In the early to mid-50s in the UK living standards, I think it would be accurate for me to say were rather Spartan. However, before I talk about how life was for me, consider how it was for my 90-year-old mother as a child back in the 20s and early 30s.

For the underprivileged, optimistically referred to as the working class, life for many was nothing less than tragic. My mother the eldest of six children tells me of times when there was no money for food or clothing. Without shoes, they were forced to get boots from a charity organisation, and on Winter days went to school in a thin Summer dress. Those who were lucky enough to have fathers at work would laugh at the unfortunate waifs.

When my mother was sixteen years old her own mother died, she would only ever tell us that it was of a broken heart. Mother was old enough to get work in the fish houses, her siblings were taken in to care. Mother strived for the rest of her life not to be beaten by the challenges which may befall her.

As for myself, in the 50s we were well enough cared for, there was very little money, but we got by. In the late 50s, our living room flooring of linoleum was lifted and a carpet was laid. Soon after we had our first television set, wow things were looking up.

Now the environmentalists of today, well I am talking now of those who take every possible opportunity to ram it down your throat. They were probably born between 1970 and 1985. They have never known what hardship is, everything was handed to them on a plate and possibly were spoiled little brats.  Don’t they just love telling you how good they are and if you do not share their inflated enthusiasm you must be some shallow cretin who does not have the understanding which has been placed on their wonderful shoulders.

So yes, I have grown up with a materialistic attitude which I am not ashamed of and still love stuff.

Some serious gardening to do tomorrow, but first I really do have to go to the recycling depot.

Meconopsis Sheldonii

Meconopsis Sheldonii a truly magnificent hardy perennial. Planted in the woodland garden it always grabs the attention of visitors.

Deep rich to pale blue flowers in late    Spring, early Summer. This beautiful flowering hardy  perennial, often described as short lived fairs much better in the cooler Aberdeenshire climate and will indeed survive and give pleasure for many years.

Although not related to Papavar this plant is commonly known as the blue poppy. Meconopsis definitely grows best where summer tends to be cool and damp, no problem there then. Read more “Meconopsis Sheldonii”

Acer Griseum

Acer Griseum, absolutely outstanding

For ornamental value in the garden the Japanese and Chinese Acer is high on the list of must have plants.Grown for their attractive foliage of red, gold, variegated forms and many with fantastic Autumn colour, it is easy to understand the popularity of this plant. Read more “Acer Griseum”

Lily Tiger Woods

The Lily Tiger Woods,  big, bold, colourful, reliable and a right show off.

This intensely fragrant Oriental Lily has large flowers with deep pink stripes and is also heavily mottled. In cooler conditions the stripes get broader and and also darker often a deep crimson. Read more “Lily Tiger Woods”