Warm your hands on this

It’s suddenly got nippy. I don’t know why anyone should be surprised, really, it is November after all, and my poor neglected garden got a bit of attention: the ceremonial burning of the Great Bonfire Heap of Doom. Just after the ceremonial cutting of the Great Hedge of Procrastination and Argument, and just before the last ceremonial…

Knackered, cream crackered, utterly whacked

Phew. I’ve been a bad blogger. But I’ve been quite a good gardener, at least in lugging things, cutting things, dead-heading things, demolishing things and not spending a huge amount of money on other things. It’s the time of year, and in some aspects (especially the latter) it will get worse in October. But some…

No hedgerow left untouched

There’s something about autumn that always gets me – well, there are lots of things, but a significant one is the prospect of (almost) free food. I am incapable of ignoring the possibilities for jams, chutneys, drinks and simple snacking that a straightforward walk presents. After all, blackberries are made to be eaten as soon…

Help, I’m drowning!

It always happens. Every single year, about this time and no matter what I do or how I plan, the garden gets away from me. I know why, of course. There’s this sort of thing around: I can never resist wild food in such abundance (wildish food – the trees these came from are just…

‘Potatoes give you energy!’

I never used to grow spuds. They took up too much room, they got terrible and evocative diseases. Then a couple of years ago I finally listened to all my friends who talked about the taste of a freshly dug spud and unusual varieties you couldn’t find in the shops – appealing to my stomach:…

In praise of red onions

I admit it, I’ve given in. Not shoes this time, but seeds. Well, not seeds exactly: onion sets. I wasn’t going to grow onions this year. They’re cheap and easy to find in the shops, there’s no significant difference in taste. And last year the wind laid the stalks of my onions flat to the…