The Mystical Oaks

The sun is just lifting free of the horizon. I move towards the light…

A Rimy Morning

Mist simultaneously closes in, and creates distance. It disorientates, and makes the landscape appear what it is not. Islands appear in a sea of mist, and birds start out of nowhere.

The Gift of Frost

It is at the interface between living thing and the outside world where the magic happens.

Blur

Have you over-indulged? Are you feeling dizzy? Is it all a bit much? Come and enjoy the blur.

Sleeping Beauty

We are in the inbetween-time, waiting for signs of life…

Comfy Pants

My favourite winter job in the garden is MULCHING. Just the word is delightful. Like squelching, but warmer and snugglier.

A Warm Glow Inside

It’s time to come indoors and snuggle up in a massive jumper and thick socks.

The Last Ones Standing

The cutting patch was carted off in a wheelbarrow in October. The bright border went out with a bang in November. But the rose garden has partied on, owning the dancefloor into December.

Bling

There is one thing I love gazing at more than flowers. Baubles.

Pops and Neutrals

I am a ‘colour pop’ kind of a girl. But occasionally, with a light frost, I am forced to focus on the neutrals. With the aid of my new book all about colour, I can now distinguish my buff from my fawn!

Looking on the bright side

The day didn’t start off promisingly.  Rather than a luminous dawn, it was murky and dank.   I awoke to the drip-drip of rain coming in through the leaky bedroom window. Even the dogs were unenthusiastic about going out into the garden. This bench has never looked less inviting. No one wants to come out…