Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells…
Going Over
In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
Daffodils
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Glimpses of Green and Gold
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
Almonds and Monkey Nuts
It rained the last two nights.
Bird Watching
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Pumpkat Soup
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
A Rainy Intermission
In the pursuit of pretty, there are two kinds of gardener who wilfully apportion several weekend evening hours to hosing down their lawn, in a heavy storm, on the darker side of dusk.
Sunflowers and Squirrels
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
Writing a Rock Garden
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all. The urge or inclination to write is cyclic, like the whorling seasons. And as frustratingly sporadic and reliably unpredictable as bursts of unseasonable weather. The process of writing demands a greater input of concentrated energy […]
