Fragility

A post about fragility, being gentle, and holding on.

I’ve had enough of your behaviour

Some plants, like people, charm you so you invite them in. Soon they are weaving their roots around yours, and before you know it you are having the life sucked out of you. You’re going to need some protective clothing and a very sharp spade…

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…

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…

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…

Shelter

I wrote a post last Sunday called From Screen to Green which was all about ways to entice children away from their devices into the garden. My two daughters had just returned from Australia that morning. I always encourage them to spend time outdoors on the day they return, as daylight can help to re-set the…

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…

Glamour

Regular readers will be aware that last weekend I was engulfed by a) envy and then b) admiration for Sarah Raven at the Perch Hill Open garden. Some of her style seems to have rubbed off on me! I should say that I am possibly the least glamourous person in the world.  I don’t wear any jewellery…

Time Travel

Warning: there is a certain amount of ‘twee’ in this post. I am not one who harks back to a perfect past, but I do have a fondness for pretty little towns.  Tenterden is a pretty little town.  This is the Town Hall, with the twelfth century St Mildred’s Church tower behind. Tenterden was once…

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…

Phloxy Lady?

Last week I posted about Phlox paniculata ‘Coral Flame’ in Boring…  But then I felt guilty for leaving out the equally fabulous ‘Purple Flame’, so I thought I would give her a post of her own too. Here she is, with ice-cream swirl buds just bursting. There are lovely tones of blue-lilac, but with pink-magenta in on the…