An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
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.
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.
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.