I have been on a quest to reduce the amount of plastic I use and throw away (see What’s your plastic footprint?) and to reduce the amount of new stuff I buy (see My pledge not to buy new stuff). If anyone needs a reminder why, then may I invite you to watch this 2…
I remember finding the image of Miss Haversham rather thrilling. Her abandon of social convention. Her total neglect of housework. Her cunning.
Being outdoors, pottering in the garden, listening to the birds, noticing colours and textures and patterns, enjoying a cup of tea… These are all forms of self-care. They are nurturing for my soul. Self-care brings clarity. I am refreshed, and can see things more clearly.
Sissinghurst in October is a gentle place. There is space for quiet contemplation and restoration of the spirits.
This has been a rough old autumn. Not because of the weather, but because of the political climate. Never have I been more affected by news stories (see Direct Action). The personal has most definitely been political. So where do I seek refuge? You guessed it! There is nothing like a spot of digging to…
This post is an homage to my No.1 favourite planting combination in my garden. It is also a celebration of strong women supporting one another, celebrating one another, and giving one another a leg up.
We’ve had storms, frost, thugs and entanglements. Against the odds, we’re still singing!
Understanding the basics of Sensory Integration can help us plan a garden that can have calming areas, to balance the alerting areas. There are also some tips for calming yourself in a stressful situation, using the principles of Sensory Integration.
We’re used to thinking in terms of hot and cold colours, or bright and soft colours. Now let’s think about Sensory Integration!
A simple meditation on the calm brought by gazing at a few cut flowers. Flower gazing brings peace, and wisdom, and enlightenment.
Sometimes life is stormy and we get tossed around. Here is five minutes of calm to help you get through. Find your sunlight, and Shine On.
I surveyed the site. There was a stretch of 2 metres of footpath blocked off, with nothing in between. No dangers, no work taking place, just a clear footpath with a temporary fence at either end, and then the lane I needed to walk down.
‘F**K it’. I thought. ‘I’m going in’.