Trying to Find the Words………

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

Fabulous; it’s Friday!

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  

One Spring Day on Dartmoor….

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

2014; “The Best of Times, the Worst of Times”

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

The Memory of Touch…..

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