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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

October 15, 2005

vintage gardening

FORGET - ME - NOT :
now I know why these sweet little cottage flowers have this delightful name.
When I first moved in to this house - the garden was over-run
with lots of cottage style plants as well as weeds.
Took me along time and alot of hard work to get it how it is today
but I have had fun and enjoyed it.
Of course as gardeners know, my work hasnt ended, there is always lots to do..
the tiny forget me nots were everywhere
when I first moved in and I pulled them out
and saved ALL - yes all, the seed
- throwing it with gay abandon as I finished each garden bed -
thinking to myself that it will be wonderful to see them self seed each year.
Well it is,
but boy.. I have enough to carpet the Hume hwy. between Melbourne and Sydney.
Today, I spent about 2 hours ripping the spent plants out of my garden -
I had visions of ms*louisa walking through my garden in her wedding dress,
brushing against them and having the little seeds stuck to her dress
FOR - -- EVER.
because ladies,
I now have them stuck to my pants, gloves and some on my sleeves.
How can I ever forget them, if they are stuck to my clothes permanently ?

posted by Miss Robyn | 4:44 pm

1 Comments:

Blogger Alice said...

I can relate to those pesky little forget-me-not seeds. In fact, they were the subject of the very first blog I wrote back in Feb. of this year.

9:37 pm  

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