Rain, Rain, Gone Away…

Rain, rain, gone away, PLEASE COME BACK SOON!

Since I wrote two weeks ago, we have had one day of rain, which barely soaked into the ground. Not only has it been dry, but it has also been very hot. The ground has become bone dry, the grass has stopped growing and is rapidly going brown, and even the trees are dropping their leaves in a desperate effort to conserve water. So it has been quite tough work. Last week we had 14 volunteers from Wigan Council. They were great, as usual, and helped trim some hedges and plant masses of bedding plants (donated by Moss Bank Nurseries). However, since then I have had the task of trying to keep them, and various other plants, hydrated and alive. It hasn’t been easy. I have spent hours watering, which I am finding increasingly boring! Maybe it’s good for my soul, slowing down and having time to think. But still tedious! At times I have felt exhausted and quite emotional as I try to prevent all my hard work from going to waste. This made me think of people who have to contend with major droughts affecting their livelihoods and potentially even their lives. So I shouldn’t grumble too much about my predicament, it could be much worse. Please note, I have been trying to conserve water as much as possible, and am not watering every day.

I am keen to keep the plants alive for several reasons. Firstly, and most importantly, for the patients and their families, many of whom have been spending a lot of time in the garden, enjoying the sun and all the flowers. Secondly, next Wednesday the RHS are coming to the hospice to judge us as part of Britain in Bloom. This is the first year that we have entered and I am very excited and a bit nervous. Fingers crossed. And finally, on Sunday 15th July we are opening the gardens as part of the National Garden Scheme. Please come along if you can.

NGS poster

Despite the dry conditions there are still some gorgeous plants to be seen. One of my favourite plants at the moment are Heucheras, and in particular Heuchera ‘marmalade’. I love the fact that the leaves are orange on top and pink underneath.

Heuchera marmalade

There has been an exciting development in the “Amberswood Wildflower Garden”… we have flowers and they are lovely!

Amberwood Garden

The flowers have come out in force on the hills, but not so much on the grit, which has gone as hard as concrete. I may have to rethink the grit. But let’s focus on those that have appeared.

Poppies

Poppy Mix

I’m quite chuffed with them! They have definitley made all the hardwork worthwhile. Fingers crossed they will still be out next week for Britain in Bloom and NGS.

I’m Back!

I can’t believe that it has been over 3 months since I last wrote anything. I have been meaning to, but at the end of the day I just feel too tired to sit at the computer. It’s Sunday today, so I have no excuse!

In my last post, back in March, we were in the middle of “The Beast from the East”. Since then we’ve had “The Pest from the West”, a mini beast from the east, two heatwaves and most recently “Storm Hector”, which blew over a cherry tree in the gardens. The weather has been very curious to say the least.

Recently, it has been the lack of rain that has been giving me grief. Don’t get me wrong, I love hot, sunny days, even when I am working hard. It’s great to see more people venturing out to look around the gardens, be it staff, patients, or their families and friends. It gives me a brilliant excuse to stop for a bit and chat. The problem has been the lack of water. I have been very busy in the last three months. We were given 1,200 bedding plants. I have sown 500m² of wildflower seeds. I have planted up 350 shrubs and perennials. And I have sown large areas with grass seed. And then it stops raining for SIX weeks! Nothing, apart from a 2 minute shower. So I have been spending hours watering the seeded areas and all the plants, whilst neglecting my duties elsewhere. You have to prioritise your work and my priority was  to prevent all my hard work from being a waste of time.

One of the jobs was sowing the wildflower seeds in the new “Amberswood Garden”. Over winter I had spent a lot of time clearing weeds and preparing the ground.

Amberswood Garden - before

I then contacted Emorsgate Seeds for advice on which seeds to buy. We decided in the end to get 80% perennial meadow mixture for clay soils and 20% wild grasses, with a bit of cornfield annual mix for some impact this year. When the seeds arrived I was surprised at how little there was. I was expecting a large sackful of seed. Instead there were two fairly small bags, to be sown at just 2 grams per m²! The seeds were really beautiful.

Wilflower seeds

I split the seeds into ten equal amounts and mixed them with some compost before scattering over the area to be sown.

Sowing the seeds

This was done two months ago. Since then the progress has been slow. I’m worried that some of the seeds germinated, but have since died because of the hot dry weather. There are a good number of plants growing on the humps around the edges, but not so much on the gravelly area. I will post an updated photo when there are some wild flowers to show you (hopefully soon)!

I have also been planting up around the extension that was built last year. John Harris from Harris Consulting designed the beds and planting scheme for us. I prepared the beds and then, with the help of some volunteers, planted up the 300+ plants. It’s been quite a job, especially with having to water them all. But they look great. I’ll post a few photos when they are more established.

There have been some lovely flowers since my last post. Here are a few of my favoutites.

Anemone blanda

Anemone blanda

Salvia

Salvia

Euphobia

Euphorbia (not sure what variety!)

Alium christopii

Allium christopii

The alliums have been lovely this year. We mostly have Allium ‘purple sensation’ – the fairly tall flower with the dense, deep purple flowerhead. Last year I bought some Allium ‘christophii’ bulbs, and I’m very pleased with the results.

I continue to be busy at work. In three weeks time we are being judged by the RHS as part of the Britain in Bloom competition. This is the first time we’ve entered, so I’m a touch apprehensive. Then on July 15th, the big event of the day is our NGS Open Garden (not the World Cup final). So I’m trying to get everything ready on time. If you can come to our Open Garden you’d be very welcome.

It’s good to be back blogging again. I’ll try not to leave it 3 months till the next entry!

“In The Bleak Mid-Winter”

Just when you thought it was safe to go out into the garden, along comes… “The Beast from the East”!

This time last year I was cutting my lawn for the first time. That’s not going to be happening for a while this year. On what is officially the start of meteorological spring, it is blinking freezing and blowing a gale. The Christmas carol “In the Bleak Mid-Winter” comes to mind…

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

It is certainly not a day to be spending long in the garden and I have received many pitiful looks at work today. I actually haven’t been outdoors too much, instead I’ve been making some new tabletops to replace some rotten old ones. I did, however, venture out to fill up all of our bird feeders. I wouldn’t like to be one of our feathered friends on a day like today.

Despite the weather I did still manage to find some beauty in the gardens.

Wintery scene outside Woodview

Wintery scene outside ‘Woodview’

Some flowers have appeared and are probably regretting coming out early.

Snow covered Daffodil

Snow covered Daffodil

This beautiful crocus appeared a couple of weeks ago, adding a bit of colour to one of the flower beds near the hospice entrance.

Crocus

The dogwoods have been looking resplendent, whilst much of the rest of the garden is looking a bit tired and dull. I’m so glad that last spring I hacked them right back in order to renovate them after years of neglect.

Dogwoods

My final picture is of a frosty bulrush, although it should actually be known as “reedmace”. I love bulrushes! I’m not quite sure why I like them so much, but I think it goes all the way back to Moses! When I was Christened I was given a Children’s Bible, and one of my favourite stories was of Moses being placed in a basket in the bulrushes in order to escape the tyrany of the Egyptian Pharoah. There was an accompanying picture, which is probably why I liked the story, showing Moses in the bulrushes (reedmace). They don’t actually have reedmace in Egypt, instead they have Scirpus Lacustris, which is a true bulrush and which looks very different. Anyway, what I call bulrushes were mistakenly in the picture of Moses! I then remember seeing bulrushes (reedmace) in real life and being fascinated by their unusual velvety look , a bit like a sausage on a stick. They are not terribly pretty for much of the year, and they can be invasive if not well managed, but I like them anyway!

A Bulrush

A Bulrush by the pond

This winter hasn’t been easy, what with Dad dying and then getting the nasty cold/flu bug that’s been going around. It seems to be going on for a long time. And for gardeners, there isn’t much to do during this period, so I haven’t been going into work as much. I have realised that the lack of work and exercise, the cold, dark days, and the bereavement, has left me feeling a bit low. So it has been good for me to pick up my camera and to look around the gardens at work for something to blog about.

And fingers crossed soon I’ll be able to sing “Spring is Here” by Frank Sinatra.

“I Wish You A Merry Christmas…”

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Liught For A Life Christmas Tree

This is the amazing 30ft Christmas tree outside Wigan and Leigh Hospice’s front door. It is a fabulous tree covered in 50,000 lights, and is put up each year for the “Light for a Life” appeal. This year alone they have raised over £35,000 – well done!

I have now been blogging for almost a year now, and have really enjoyed reflecting on some of the work that I have been doing. For me, the highlight of the year has been opening the gardens as part of the National Garden Scheme. It was hard work, but well worth it. We are opening again in July 2018. It has been great working with so many volunteers this year. As well as the regular volunteers, I think that there have been 8 groups come in from the council and local businesses. Thank you!

There is much to look forward to in 2018. In a couple of months time I am going to be sowing the new wildflower garden, which is very exciting. There are also going to be some new flower beds planted up, and a couple of others to be refreshed. This, on top of all regular weeding and pruning, should keep me out of trouble.

So enjoy Christmas and the New Year, and I look forward to updating “The Hospice Gardener” when I go back to work in January. Thanks for reading! X

Father and Son [Cat Stevens]

I am sure that most people who work in the hospice movement would say that it is a real priviledge. I certainly do, and I am not even on the “front line”. Hospices provide care for people who have an incurable illness, from the point at which their illness is diagnosed as terminal, to the point at which they die, however long that may be. Hospice care provides for medical, emotional, social, psychological and spiritual needs – it is truly holistic. The care is not just for the patient themselves, but also for their families and friends. And this can and should continue beyond the patient’s death. Hospices place a lot of emphasis on dignity, respect and the wishes of the patient, so that their needs are met.

Sadly, this last week I have been on the other side of the fence. After a very short illness, my Dad passed away at the age of 78. It was a shock for us. He had been under the weather for two or three months, but there was no indication that he was going to die. He had heart failure which deteriorated rapidly. He was admitted to the local general hospital (NOT Wigan), where he stayed until his death, ten days later. Thankfully, my brothers and my wife and I, were at his side when he passed away. He was comfortable and not in any pain, which was a blessing. It was a huge priveledge to be with my Dad as he approached the end of his earthly life, and I am sure that he was reassured by having his family around him.

But is wasn’t all plain sailing. He was on a medical ward and not in a hospice. Oh, how I wish that he could have been in a hospice. Dad was told that his heart failure was just like cancer, at which point the consultant just left him. My brother was then immediately asked to leave the ward, because it was dinner time and visitors weren’t allowed to stay – it was a protected time. A day later, Dad was told that he was dying and that he probably only had a few days to live. He was told this when there were no family present to be with him, which was obviously very upsetting. Then there were a couple of nurses moaning about their work patterns over Christmas whilst taking dad’s blood pressure, failing to notice that it was hurting him. And we didn’t really feel supported as we walked with Dad in his last days. There were some examples of excellent care, where a member of staff spent that little bit of extra time with Dad or us, or brought us a cup of tea in the middle of the night, just as we were struggling to stay awake. In these moments it felt like we were truly being cared for.

I’m not saying these things to slag off the NHS, although I am going to write to the hospital concerned. The NHS generally does a great job. The reason I am writing about my experiences is partly cathartic (to express my thoughts and feelings), partly to celebrate what a great job hospices do, but also to express my wish that the care that hospices provide can be transferred to NHS wards a bit more. It would be wonderful if people dying in hospital, and their families, could be treated with a little bit more respect and dignity.

My Dad was a good man. He was hard working and at work always treated everyone equally and with respect. He had a great sense of humour and had loads of friends. One of his passions was gardening. His garden was always very neat and tidy, and packed with flowers. His favourites were roses and dahlias. His love of gardening rubbed off on me. So it is thanks to him that I am working as The Hospice Gardener. (Incidentally, my Mum, who has also passed away, was a big supporter of the hospice movement). Sadly Dad never got up to Wigan to see the hospice gardens, but I am sure that he would have been impressed and very proud. I’m going to miss you Dad… Rest In Peace. X