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.

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!

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.

Miss Haversham’s Garden

I remember finding the image of Miss Haversham rather thrilling. Her abandon of social convention. Her total neglect of housework. Her cunning.

Clarity

Being outdoors, pottering in the garden, listening to the birds, noticing colours and textures and patterns, enjoying a cup of tea… These are all forms of self-care. They are nurturing for my soul. Self-care brings clarity. I am refreshed, and can see things more clearly.

Still Singing!

We’ve had storms, frost, thugs and entanglements. Against the odds, we’re still singing!

Fragility

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

Diversity

Nature has many different solutions to the problem of how to get a flower pollinated. This post explores the diversity of flower forms, with cups, plates, trap-doors, bells, umbels and more!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

In this post, I’m reflecting on which plants are the real workhorses, keeping the show going into autumn. Which plants have been supping the elixir of eternal youth, and which are a little worse for wear.

Drippy

A wet garden is an opportunity! Not only can you admire the sparkles and spangles from water droplets, but flowers get heavy and fall into one another, creating never-seen-before colour combinations…

Sparkle

As the world turns, the light is changing.  I am an early riser, and if I get up at 5am, I wake up to a gentle dappled light which dances against the curtains and invites me outside.  I avoid going outside just yet, as the silly dogs might start barking at a squirrel. But by…