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…

Many Faces

A couple of days ago I posted about our visit to The Salutation garden, in Mischief Managed. I took so many photos that there were far too many for one post.  I have saved the dahlias for today. The Salutation is the best garden I know for dahlias.  That is not to say there aren’t others…

Mischief Managed

We just had a lovely day out.  I can persuade our daughters to enjoy a garden visit if there is a) cake or b) the beach at the end of it.  Today it was b). We visited The Salutation in Sandwich. This garden inspires adventure. These might be stegosaurus spines behind the dahlias. It is as…

Lazy Days of Summer

This has been a good summer. The hot days have stretched on and on and on. I’ve been wishing we had a porch and a rocking chair. On the weekends I have been getting my gardening jobs done before about 10am, and then it is time for a Sat Cap (Saturday Cappuccino) with Stevie.  Then…

Sparkle

As the world turns, the light is changing.  I am an early riser, and if I get up at 5am, I wake up to a gentle dappled light which dances against the curtains and invites me outside. But by 6am, the bread machine beeps, and Ruby knows it is time for breakfast.  She nuzzles me…

Supersonic

I am mixing my senses here, but I do tend to a degree of synaesthesia when describing colour and its intensity.  Whilst supersonic really relates to speed, it is the word that keeps coming to me when I look at these pictures of the bright border and need a word to describe the intensity of…

A breath of fresh air

Today we were joined by my fabulous step-daughter, who is with us for four weeks.  She helped me choose the photos for this post, and chatted to me throughout.  So there might be some weird sentences as I accidentally type random words from our conversations. Here is the view from the table. The light coming…

Infatuation

It is easy to think that the garden has done what it is going to do this summer.  We can only deadhead spent blooms and keep things watered, and continue to keep things going into autumn. And then it does this! Which very quickly become this: And then they do this! And you just can’t…

Pure Admiration

This post is a companion piece for yesterday’s post about Sarah Raven’s Dahlia trial beds, Pure Envy.  Today I will take you around the cutting gardens and Oast House. You enter the gardens through the cutting gardens. My eye was immediately drawn to this collection of echinacea.  They are very appropriately called ‘Marmalade’, ‘Summer Salsa’…

Pure Envy

Sarah Raven is the reason I am so obsessed by flowers.  Anyone who has her catalogue plop through their door will know why.  I love visiting her garden at Perch Hill, but walking around, I feel more than a little envy. I am totally envious of this fence. Oh. Dahlia envy. More. As you wind…