It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.
Water and Words on a Wet Wednesday
The novelty of alliteration, discovered in childhood (a time that often seems like a million years ago to me now) never really faded.
Betula Bones
The birches arrived a few weeks ago: two Betula albosinensis ‘Fascinations’ and two Betula utilis ‘Jacquemontiis’.
Roots, Fruits, Seeds and Weeds
The last of the early Spring bulbs have gone over now.
Border Pest Patrols
As February gave way to meteorological Spring I felt happily satisfied that I’d managed to get a decent head start on this year’s gardening calendar – my first full horticultural Season in our new garden – by doing a lot of the groundwork over Winter.
A Sunday Garden Snippet
Today is a day for thinking about doing. Not actually doing.
Rambling on…
Words ramble less widely than thoughts, especially so when thoughts flow in pictures.
Up the Garden Path
I dug so hard I broke my spade. Roots. Some as thick as my arm.
Pots of Patience
Pots I have lots of. Patience, not so much. But I’m trying really hard to cultivate it.
Maintenance of this garden, on this day, 140 years ago…
An anniversary – of sorts… And as clear as mud:
