The Greening

Something magical is happening.  Right now, as we speak.  Maybe metres away from where you’re sitting. Can you hear it? I expect it crackles, just a little bit. It is the buds bursting.  One by one by one. In February there were tremulous catkins quivering, palest green and yellow.  It was easy to miss them. …

Sissinghurst at the start of the season

  I live about ten minutes’ drive away from Sissinghurst Castle.  In the last 8 years, there has probably never been more than a three-week period when I have not visited.  You might think I would get bored, but no.  There is always lots to see; constant change and flux.  Since Troy Scott-Smith took over…

Gardening is the best drug

  Gardening, like love, is a drug. It’s a therapy, a remedy, a cure, a balm, a tingle, an itch that needs scratching, a rush, a thrill, a trip, a joy, an inspiration, a bolt of lightening, a jolt that starts the heart, a cornucopia of sensory delights, a phantasmagoria, a rainbow, a shimmering vision……

The gentle art of daydreaming

I have always been a dreamer.  Partly it is just noticing the little things, raindrops, shafts of sunlight, dust-motes, the fluttering of leaves, and partly it is being able to go on lovely little travels in my head when there is not much else going on.  I can fly; I can dive deep into the…

Cultivating a growth mind-set

I am an optimist.  I was blessed with optimistic parents.  I was brought up with a Northern “you’ll be right” sort of approach to minor disasters.  As long as you can’t see bone, a plaster will fix it. That is the most negative thing I can say about their optimistic outlook.  The positive aspect is this: Anything…

A Winter Walk

This morning Stevie suggested we go for a walk over the snowy fields before it all melts away. We tracked animal footprints, spotting lots of different-sized birds, rabbits, foxes, possibly a badger, possibly a deer. We admired the partly-frozen river and the undulating snowdrifts along its banks. There were gnarly oaks:. And blue blue sky….