Raspberries and Roses

A post about acceptance. The seasons are gently changing. Growth is slowing down, and with this there is a joy in noticing each new bloom. Autumn is a comfy chair. Better to sink in to it, and take what it offers.

Red Admiral

Red Admiral butterflies are pesky little creatures to photograph. With Buddleja as bait, I finally get one!

The Walk to the Boulangerie

We have just returned from a holiday in France.  I got into a habit whilst we were there of walking to the Boulangerie for bread and croissants each morning.  Before anyone else was awake. I woke up at about seven, pulled on my clothes oh-so-quietly, made a cup of tea oh-so-quietly, and crept across the…

Letting them fly

I get like this. You see I have looked after these babies since March. I remember when they were just a twinkle in a Chiltern Seeds Spring catalogue. I scattered their tiny shuttlecock seeds, and made sure I didn’t sneeze at the wrong moment. I pricked them out so carefully, holding them by a leaf…

Reach out and touch me

I have been talking recently about sensory aspects of gardening, with colour and form.  Today it is the turn of texture.  Specifically, flower texture. When I was a child, I liked fluff.  I remember staying in a hotel one night and having an incredibly fluffy blanket.  I kept pulling off bits of wool all night and in…

From Screen to Green

We’re halfway through the summer holidays in the UK and I wonder how many households are having arguments over screens? If left to their own devices my children would spend hours in front of a screen.  As I would have done at their age.  And did, in fact, with the telly. Screen-time can be creative…

Basking in the glow of a beautiful friendship

On Saturday I had a visit from a special friend.  It had been hastily arranged a few days ago.  She now lives overseas, so this was very exciting. We met twenty years ago when we were both training to become Speech and Language Therapists.  I remember coming out of one of our first lectures and…

Bounty

It’s that time of year when we can’t keep up with what we’ve grown. I am taking courgettes to work with me.  If you knock at our door, you have to be prepared to take a bag full of runner beans. We send our youngest to the fruit cage every evening to pick raspberries for…

I’m not beautiful. I’m feisty.

This is a quote from my step-daughter.  To give you some context, we were having a discussion about someone being beautiful. ‘Like you.  You’re beautiful.’ ‘No I’m not.  I’m feisty!‘ I love this.  I love that she chose feistiness over beauty.  She is feisty.  And beautiful.  But she chose to identify as feisty. When I…

Getting to know you…

A rose is a long-term investment. There is a substantial layout initially. A good hole should be dug (I love digging holes), and timed so that they are just ready for your bare-root rose to arrive in November.  When you see that magical brown-paper bag waiting by the door when you get home from work,…

Partners

I had a request to share the contents of our greenhouse, and thought I would extend this to the whole of the allotment. The serious end of the garden. Stevie and I divvy up our roles and space. I am flowers. He is food. Here is the dividing line. Flowers left, food right. Those who…