Their mopheads drooping and dipping as they grow heavy with rain, I gather these pastel shades of Hydrangeas and bring them indoors. As if the colour has washed from one petal to another, I lose myself in their water-colour tones and set about preserving them, by letting them dry naturally in an inch or so … Continue reading
Strong, sturdy and romantically inclined, this table tugged at my heart-strings on first sight. Made from green oak and carved with lines from my favourite poem, The Eve of St Agnes’ by Keats and made by Marnie Moyle, it is one of my most prized possessions. Standing out in all weathers, twisting and shrinking with … Continue reading
“The Seeds of Friendship or discovering how the joy of gardening can grow from a gift of just a few packets of seeds.” sweetbabyveg Fat, pink blossom buds hang heavy over my bowed head as I kneel on the ground to till a new little patch of earth. I smooth the soil … Continue reading
Dartmoor Flower Shed 