On old-fashioned flowers and daft statements

Not that long ago I was told that I shouldn’t have ‘too many old-fashioned flowers’ in my garden. I edged away from the person who told me that – they had also informed me that ‘orange has no place in a garden’ some time earlier – before making a bid for freedom, but it got…

Meadow watch, end of June

I cannot believe how much the meadow changes in one quick month. Mind you, it’s been an insane month in terms of weather. Insane. The temperature has varied from over 30 degrees one morning, to under half of that the next. The nights were either impossibly hot or you needed a blanket. The garden wasn’t…

Couch grass wars

Yesterday – Monday – the forecast was vile, but it also proved to be completely wrong. So though both P and I started off gardening in 85 layers of clothing, they were gradually removed – until something more sensible was reached, cough, not until we were gardening naked. That would not have gone down well…

Oh, sod off, winter!

I don’t know, we have spring in November, a whole year’s rain in December and now, March, we have snow. Had snow. Had snow a few miles inland; here we had sleet. Oh, all right, I know, global warming, the scary though temporary ‘achievement’ of the 2% above normal temperature recently (that’s the target which…

Welcome to 2016….

Grumble, grumble. Back to what passes for normal, except – for the moment – it is NOT raining. Really. The garden is so wet that your squish, squish, squish as you walk on ‘grass’, and P has nearly surfed from one garden to another on mud. Joy, oh joy. However, gardening is taking place. This sort of…

Where’s this year going? Phew…

I know, eek, I know I’ve got to get up the hill and check out my hawthorn before the 14th for the monthly tree following meme; I’ve got to get another book proposal finished pretty soon; I’ve got to do some research for the next book, anyway; I’ve got to get my things ready for the…

Surprised by secateurs

I love my secateurs – oh, thanks, I had a lovely time in Shetland, but let’s get things in perspective. I really love my secateurs. And I lost them. I had them, oh, I had them. I was fiddling about with them, in the way that you do, and put them down to do something else….

Garlic Day

Today is garlic day. Well, it should have been yesterday, what with it being the solstice / shortest day and all, but by the time I got back it was dark. It’s tradition: plant your garlic on the shortest day, harvest it on the longest*: Except for certain suppliers, that is. Grrrrrr. Ordered shallots, garlic,…

Rats…

I don’t care for marrows. I find them watery and best suited to, perhaps, cattle food. I am an inveterate Frog, when it comes down to it. I do like courgettes, and while some people consider them as essentially immature marrows which, strictly speaking, I suppose they are, I do not. That’s because I like courgettes. I…

A dragon, caught?

The Phantom Digger is back now the ground is softer. However, following the recent debate about the nature of the Demon Digger, and some speculation that it may have been a small Welsh dragon, one too young to have developed tell-tale claws, I may – just possibly – have an answer. Oh, surely not. This is…

A crime – solved?

Well, Holmes and Watson have been round to look at the evidence from the mystery excavations in my garden: All right, it was actually Karen (Artist’s Garden) and Shedman, but that is me in the feathered hat. A paw print, now sadly blurry, was discovered. Paw print, not – alas – claw print. So much…

Crime scene

Something has been mangling my garden. (This sentence reminds me about trying to help a friend prepare for an advanced class at the Institut Français by coming up with outlandish phrases illustrating different ways of expressing damage: my contribution was ‘the wreckage that the hurricane left in my garden’.) Whatever it is, it’s been digging…