Goodbye Lust Garden

In the last days I’ve been feeling elegiac about the garden.

Georgi is wanting to move. She’s found the garden too big to manage on her own. And there’s frustration that she can’t do with it what she would like to do.

And the loneliness too of being up here, in this isolated windy place.

So it’s probably time to let go of the garden. And let this blog go too. (Appropriately, this is the 50th post so it would be neat to end now)

For 6 brief months we’ve had much enjoyment out of it (perhaps less in the last month, but certainly in the earlier part of the summer)

It’s been lovely to share it together with you George. Thank you.

But life has to move on.

To pastures new.

Goodbye Lust Garden. May you continue to flourish.

And nourish others also.

The fields beyond

Looking from the bottom of the Lust Garden this is what you see

A nursery of saplings – and beyond, fields (of grazing sheep usually)

Looks like most of these saplings haven’t survived. They’ve got adequate protection from rabbits – so maybe it’s an effect of the strong winds that blow constantly in from the Purbeck Hills.

It’s a very windy, blowy garden. An exposed feeling.

George has wind chimes hung from the greenhouse that tinkle away continually. i should have made a recording of them to stick on here.

You could imagine that a family of yak herders had arrived. Blown in across the Russian Steppes and turned up here in little Dorset.

Hopefully their Yaks will munch up the grass. Save George money for mowing….Lol….

Happiness is…..wherever you make it!

Someone rang today to ask about this house, as a swap… as i/we might be leaving….to go to devon and make veggies there! ….And then i come on here and see all our lovely lovely happy time spent in the wilds of the nesh end garden, growing veggies, flowers, wild parts and all the other miraculous things that go on right under our noses…….and how can i/we leave it!!! Do i/we want to leave it……oh my…its such a wonder of delightfull happenings and growth and pleasure.

But, wherever we be, there will be yet another ‘nesh end’ to love, cherish and nurture…!!! ….as we have loved this one.!

The Garden at Nesh End

Here are some definitions of “nesh”

1. sensitive to cold: very sensitive to cold temperatures
2. timid: lacking courage or self-confidence^.

In it’s earlier use – when Hardy, and also D H Lawrence were using it in their novels – it can mean

‘Soft, tender, delicate’

Well, there is something “nesh” about how sensitively exposed this garden is to the elements. There’s a bracing wind that blows cold into all your soft bits.

Yes, “nesh” seems fitting somehow to how tender and delicate Porge is.

And she definitely don’t like cold!

I’m thinking of changing the name of this blog to “The Garden at Nesh End”

Nesh End…

Piany told me one day that he had heard the word ‘Nesh’ in one of Thomas Hardy’s novels…..the word Nesh (in Dorset speak) means:- ‘tender’..!!??

When I asked what is so ‘tender’ about this house and garden!?…..(as its stuck right on the end of all the houses, in the heart of Dorset countryside….with views way off over the valley and hills and is highly exposed to all the elements…. particularly the wind! ) …. Piany said….

“Your tender” !

Such a beautiful name and i’m going to have a plaque made or knit one !!!

Thanks Piany, a great name!