A wind plan

I need a plan to neutralise the wind. It's roaring madly around my garden, crashing through all the trees, annoying me. I lose my purpose. Things I need to do (watering, bonfiring) are not sensible, and I'm left with a big gardening blank. And a grumpy face!

Here we go. I'll try a list which concentrates me in one place. By the way, as an incentive I can choose not to clean up my mess.

  1. Weed more of the Island Bed. I can do this.
  2. One little hose on the new Camellias, shift every hour. Ditto.
  3. One little hose on house garden to help out the roses. Yes.

And now some random things to think about. Pot up rescued Carexes and lettuce seedlings. Repot the Canna lilies. Take Scrophularia cuttings. Plant David Thomson rose. Water the lupins in glass-house. Maybe find some buckets of soil for leveling the brick courtyard. And I should find a calming chant to neutralise the wind.

 In the Driveway Garden.
Uncle Bert's Rhododendron

Five hours later...

It was OK. I didn't let the wind spoil my day - my garden was still beautiful, and the sun was nice. I did everything in the plan, ended up my day weeding along the lawn edge of the Hump Garden. So grateful for all the fresh new green growth in this garden - it always looks a bit bare in winter.

Couldn't really find an appropriate wind chant online. AI suggested that I could make one up! But he/she/it/they summed up my situation thus :

'The Nor'west wind in New Zealand is a foehn wind phenomenon, where moist air from the Tasman Sea is pushed over the Southern Alps, dropping its rain on the west coast. This leaves the eastern side of the South Island (the Canterbury Plains) in a rain shadow with a hot, dry, and strong wind known for being potentially destructive.'

I live and garden on the Canterbury Plains. If I want to be a happy gardener, then I have to come to an arrangement with the local wind, right? At least when it's windy the air is alive.

 Beautiful!
Pond Paddock Blossom

Maybe the spring blossom comes a little readily off the trees? Whatever. There's beauty in the falling, after all.