This room Safe Without walls
The novelty of alliteration, discovered in childhood (a time that often seems like a million years ago to me now) never really faded. At forty-something I should probably be able to think and write with much greater sophistication than a lazy reliance on such an easy and obvious literary device allows. But I just can’t […]
The birches arrived a few weeks ago: two Betula albosinensis ‘Fascinations’ and two Betula utilis ‘Jacquemontiis’.
The last of the early Spring bulbs have gone over now.
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.
Words ramble less widely than thoughts, especially so when thoughts flow in pictures. But they ramble much further than even the wornest of worn hiking boots – before they settle, sometimes restlessly and uneasily, in notebooks and blogs – like this one and countless others.
I dug so hard I broke my spade. Roots. Some as thick as my arm. I removed a plant that I don’t know the name of: something spiky. Spikes of that size, number and pointiness are not favoured in this garden – for reasons other than the aesthetic. I filled a 35 litre bucket with […]
Pots I have lots of. Patience, not so much. But I’m trying really hard to cultivate it.
Banana skins actually. And coffee grounds…
It more than just occasionally feels as if the act of gardening amounts to not much more than shifting a lot of dirt around.