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!
Autumn is frippery and frills. Autumn is gewgaws and jewels, catching the light. It is burnished bronze and polished mahogany. All these riches, if we are minded to see them.
We tend to focus on colour in autumn, but it is also a change in form that I notice. Leaves thin out, filtering sunlight. Each leaf is holding on by a thread. They spin on their stalks, catching the light. It is like the garden is strung with fairy lights.
A post about how the dark times we go through help us to appreciate the moments of lightness…
My vision for my bright border is a firework display of colour, with exploding shapes and textures. But is it still popping by November?
I remember finding the image of Miss Haversham rather thrilling. Her abandon of social convention. Her total neglect of housework. Her cunning.
This post is an homage to my No.1 favourite planting combination in my garden. It is also a celebration of strong women supporting one another, celebrating one another, and giving one another a leg up.
We’ve had storms, frost, thugs and entanglements. Against the odds, we’re still singing!
Sometimes life is stormy and we get tossed around. Here is five minutes of calm to help you get through. Find your sunlight, and Shine On.
The light in September is soft. Rosa ‘Roald Dahl’ is like melting butter. The greens are sober: sage and jade. They provide the perfect foil for the fewer flowers in the rose garden.
A post about wind AND mess! And a moral dilemma.
The bright border is starting to show its age, but it can just about still claim to be Absolutely Fabulous, darling.