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…

Interlaced

The veins of leaves and the networks of bare branches remind us of our own connection with the Universe. We are all interlaced. We are all important.

Raspberries and Roses

A post about acceptance. The seasons are gently changing. Growth is slowing down, and with this there is a joy in noticing each new bloom. Autumn is a comfy chair. Better to sink in to it, and take what it offers.

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, and we will see how we are all feeling by the end. You enter the gardens through the cutting gardens. My eye was immediately drawn to…

Thugs’ Corner

I have been meaning to post for a while about the area of our garden known as ‘Thug’s Corner’.  This is the planting area along the fence which separates my flower garden from Stevie’s allotment. Really, its peak in prettiness is early June, when it looks like this: The Geranium magnificum then goes over, and…

Knitting together nicely

On days when I am not working, I like to get up early and have a little quiet wander around the garden.  The dogs come with me, and we have a good sniff around.  I thought you might like to come with me this morning. Let’s start with the rose garden.  This is my absolute…

Thanks, Gran.

My gran was a proper picture-book gran.  She put rollers in her hair at night and wore a pinny.  She wouldn’t go out without a hat, and had a brooch on her coat.  She had a shopping trolley.  She knew everyone who walked down her road, and would wave to them from the window.  She fetched…