Did someone just shoot a starting pistol? It’s 5 a.m and and I am up, dressed, booted and out in the garden as though I am at army camp! And it already feels like a special day; one of those fabulously warm summer mornings that is simply loaded with potential. I am always out in … Continue reading
The words which once busied themselves in my heart and mind, words which jostled, bubbled up and spilled out into chatter and onto the empty page are all silent and still. I try to follow the path to the place where they are held, but I can’t remember the way, or the connection, or something. … Continue reading
When a shaft of Spring sunshine hit the citrus, greeny- yellow and hot pink of this impromptu floral theatre, the Primula Victoriana plants turned their black-brown and golden faces to the light and just glowed. Have a FABULOUS Friday and a great weekend. x
This post is dedicated to my friend, Robbie, of Palm Rae Urban Potager and to the memory of her beloved dog Punk, who was her constant gardening companion. The air is at once softer and more gentle, yet at the same time tentatively hopeful and new. The Crocus buds are fat and in bloom as … Continue reading
Soft and silky, these furry catkins are a sure sign of Spring! Happy Monday to all my friends x
My little gift to you all on St Valentine’s Day is this fabulous, big, blousy bunch of flamboyant Tulips. Doesn’t their colour and curvy, frilly, petal shapes just buzz with energy and passion? Flowers are good for us and our mental health all year round, not just on special days like today. It is said … Continue reading
It only takes a few Spring-like bulbs and two sweet birds on a twig to make Monday seem like a special day.
The warm Spring air of 2014 was scented with the fragrance of Gillyflowers, Sweet Rocket and Narcissus, and the garden bloomed, rested, then bloomed again with blood red, Summer, Flanders Poppies, rainbow coloured Zinnias and cobalt blue Cornflowers. But by the time the Autumn Rudbeckia were in flower and my cherry red sandals were quite … Continue reading
A shock of summer colour in hot, electric pink and sharp chartreuse; jazzy with garden Geraniums and Nicotiana langsdorffi and nearly as bright as a neon sign.
Early morning sees me scrambling up into a thick Devon hedge opposite my house to pick Honesty seed heads. Honesty; that fickle, wayward and gregarious flower which seems happier tangled amongst the Hawthorn, Blackthorn and Hazel than where it started its life, cosseted in my Cottage Garden. Back indoors, something extraordinary happens as soon as … Continue reading