Has It Really Been A Year?

It is now almost a year since we pitched up at what was to become our Townhead Guerrilla Gardening site and with the aid of Richard Reynolds, Gail Porter, some cameras from Sky TV and a gaggle of now suspiciously absent volunteers, we set about hacking down the undergrowth outside St Mungos primary school. Over the past year we have somewhat transformed this patch in our own under-funded and slightly ad-hoc manner. In spite of the sneerings of 'proper gardeners' and the usual tourists who thought we were going to supply them with stuff to plant like it was some kind of nursery school playtime activity, we've done rather well. The upper section looks after itself, the top part of the lower section is well on its way and the veg patch is taking off far better than we had dared hope. All that remains is to do a mass bulb bombing of the lower section heading towards the bus stop and the main road. With this done, we can concentrate on under-planting and various other projects in the upper sections which can be handled well within our budgetary constraints. May I also thank those readers who contributed to my last 'Ten Thousand Bulb Appeal' appeal. Here are our totals so far........ Well, we need a few more tenners people! Clairwil has banged a fair wedge of her own cash into this, and I'll be putting in what I can each month. If you haven't had a look and fancy giving a few quid to this project, simply read on: So, what do you get for your tenner? Ok, let me break it down (in a very rough manner) 10p buys a single bulb £1 buys ten bulbs £10 buys one hundred bulbs £100 buys one thousand bulbs £955 buys the full ten thousand There! Not so daunting now............ "~ What I'm getting at is that your standard ten pound donation (via paypal on this site) will make a sizeable impact upon the site. Even a fiver, if funds are low, will do a world of good. As I said, Clairwil has already invested, and I intend to push what I can each month towards the bulb fund, as I'm somewhat ashamedly a bit behind in this respect, not to mention just as broke as the rest of ya ;) A full update of the bulb planting we intend to do, as well as some extensive photography when they come through in the Spring will be forthcoming and you'll get to see exactly what your contributions have gone towards creating.

Thanks

Ewen

Ten Thousand Bulb Appeal

Ten thousand bulbs! Just think about that for a minute. A wave of colour amongst the concrete and tarmac, defying the fag butts and crisp packets and making a rather drab corner of the city look so much better. This is what we're trying to achieve at our Townhead garden site currently tended to by Clairwil, Michael and Myself. Ten thousand bulbs don't come cheap though, so we're looking for donations to help us on our way. How can you help? Ah, well there are many ways....... First of all, if you're feeling flush and a wee bit beneficent, you can make donations via Paypal at this site. We will be utterly grateful for any monies received. At the other end of the scale, the very act of visiting this 'Squidoo' website will help pay a dividend towards our funds.

Alternatively, if you live in the Glasgow area, you can always donate bulbs to us. If you plant bulbs and are likely to have anything spare, we'd happily give a home to any of the following... Mixed Daffodils Mixed Tulips Snakeshead Fritillary Snowdrops Mixed Crocuses Bluebells (native only please) Grape Hyacinths Winter Aconites Mixed Alluims Wood Anenome

Let me know in the comments section and we can take it from there.

Even if you just know something the rest of us don't and can let us in on where to get the most for our money, we'd be happy to hear from you. ;)

Let's brighten this place up!!

Cheers!

A Scotsman On A Horse!

Wednesday started with bright sunshine, a hopeful heart and a foot full of dog shite.... Cheers! People who let their dogs shit the pavements are, along with cyclists, creationists and people who think soap operas are real, my least favourite people in the world. Never mind rubbing Fido's nose in it, I'd say a face full of reeking dog muck might stop the fuckers being so careless in future. The result of said failure to 'hurdle the turd' was that I had to spend ten minutes in the gents at work scraping the......... (snip!) Yeah, I'll say no more.............. Let's just say that when I bought a much needed new pair of work shoes a few days back, I was looking for sturdiness over style. The downside of this is that the deep cut treads on the soles aren't terribly conducive to a quick wipe off on a patch of grass or in a puddle. This was 9.05am. It could only get fucking worse! It didn't really, but my glasses did break five minutes after I got in the door that night............. At work I have turned into a blank eyed hive of irritating ticks and twitches. It's partly a defense mechanism, designed to fend off the attentions of the people who sit around me, a bit like someone who bags a double or triple seat on a bus or plane for themselves by talking to themselves loudly and rubbing their crotch repeatedly. It's also a reaction to my working environment. Of course, the person next to me does it too from time to time, but she's just copying me. She thinks humming the tune from the Magic Roundabout is awful clever. I mutter to myself and hum bits of whatever is rolling around the empty corridors of my mind because I don't want her to talk to me and I'm bored out of my skull. She hums to herself because she wants everyone to notice her and remark upon how witty and amusing she is, and ask her what it is she's humming, at which point she'll bore them cockless until the end of time. There is an upside to all this brain-itching madness. I have become a bit good at the weekly football predictions. I look forward to relieving my colleagues of their readies for quite some time to come. Maybe it's the cabin fever talking, but I aim to hoover up as much cash as possible between now and next May. Who knows, it may help keep me solvent long enough to survive the financial meltdown. Hell, I could even fire it into an Irish fucking bank account in the laughably mistaken belief that it'll be safe there............... Anyway, all charmless grousing aside, I'd like to give a little punt the Glasgow Guerrilla Gardening blog, curated by Clairwil. It's in it's infancy just now, but as the seasons tick past and we grow in number as well as new sites to cultivate and beautify, so shall the blog become more rounded. Found this over at The Quiet Road. It made me smile.............