Missing: One Mojo

sprouting rhubarb

I would have illustrated this with a photo of the little lambs, but rhubarb stays still to be photographed and lambs don’t

The problem with the seemingly endless, relentless weather we’ve had this winter is that when the weather warnings finally stop and the wind drops and the sun even ventures out briefly, I seem to have become too ground down to take advantage. Despite lengthening days, lambs appearing in the fields, and a general sense that spring might actually be on its way, I haven’t really felt the gardening urge yet (to be completely honest I haven’t felt much of an urge to do anything – I think the constant drip of bad news is finally starting to get to me).

seedlings in propagator

This year, for the first time in ages we’ve missed potato day so I haven’t had a chance to make a random selection of seed potatoes, and nor have I ordered any seeds, apart from the chillies and tomatoes we’d started in the propagator. But spring waits for nobody and arrives when it likes, ready or not, so yesterday we had a quick trip to one of Bigtown’s garden centres and this morning I took advantage of a window in the weather to visit the other one to complete my planned purchases.

Tree-lined road

And then, with more rain forecast later but the morning remaining fine, I went off on a little mini adventure to see if that might reset my mojo a little.

St Queran's Well

My destination was St Queran’s Well – not because I believe in its reputation for healing (although in these uncertain times perhaps a little magic water wouldn’t go amiss if your local supermarket shelves have been stripped of supplies of hand sanitiser) – but because it seemed like it might be interesting. It seems to have been a place of pilgrimage for centuries (when cleaned out in the 1870s, several hundred coins were found in it, some dating back hundreds of years). It is still visited by those seeking something from its powers, going by the ribbons and other bits of cloth attached to the nearby cloutie tree – although the Tibetan prayer flags suggest this is more down to new age practices than the survival of ancient cult beliefs – or possibly just someone hedging their bets.

cloths hanging from a tree

The sheep had left some offerings too, albeit probably unintentionally.

sheep's wool on wire

I didn’t take the waters, just a few photographs. There were an older couple there who I think were visiting out of more than just curiosity so I left them to it. I hope if they were seeking something they found it.

And me? I got home before the rain started, which is always most pleasing, and I’d enjoyed a pleasant detour on my bike, so any lift in my mood is probably down to that. With two bags of seed potatoes and a veg-plot worth of seeds to plant we’ll see if it’s been enough to restore my gardening mojo when the rain stops again.

4 Responses to Missing: One Mojo

  1. ballsofwool says:

    Every year I have a dip at the end of winter and every year I think WHY. Because I also love everything about Spring. Maybe it’s just that we are depleted by the long season of cold and wet and the lack of light.

  2. disgruntled says:

    Probably! I do miss our Christmases in Colorado which as well as being good for seeing family were great for getting a blast of desert sunshine to see us through to spring

  3. Andy in Germany says:

    I’m feeling the same, for pretty much the same reasons: we’ve had rain most days for the last month and I’m ignoring severe wind warnings because I’d never go outside otherwise.

    The news is pretty depressing when viewed from here so I can only imagine how it feels to be in the middle of it all…

  4. disgruntled says:

    Interesting times to live in Scotland…

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