There is nothing better for the soul than to grow flowers from seed.
It is almost time to let go. To accept that summer is gone. This is a post about taking what is good, and looking ahead. There is so much to do.
A post about appreciating soft, subtle colour. Lilac, white and sage, with a hint of buttermilk and a flash of deep purple. Sometimes it is good to slow down and appreciate the quiet.
September is about flying by the seat of your pants. As my daughter freaks out over her art homework, I take to deadheading. De-tangle and de-stress along with me.
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…
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…
My cutting patch is reminding me of ‘The Magic Porridge Pot’ and I have forgotten the magic words to make it stop!
I review my top-performing annuals and cut flowers this year, including Dahlias, Zinnias, Scabious, Nicotiana, Nigella and Cosmos.