I’ve had several people asking me recently about this blog, and why I’ve not been posting to it. Am I OK? Have I, perhaps, moved? Decided to concrete over the garden in fury? Cover it in decking, maybe? Tempting though the latter might be at times like this, when I have to collect all the hay…
Tag: garden
Farewell to the cedar
Once upon a time I had two Western Red Cedars in the garden. One was about 1.5 metres from the side of the house and was showing clear signs of wanting to be in the house, so that had to come down, which it did in 2012. That was OK, because I had another. Until…
Impossible roses
Apparently, you can’t grow roses ’round here’. I know this is true, because the person who informed me that I had too many old-fashioned flowers and who also knows that ‘orange has no place in a garden’, told me. Roses just will not grow, you see. Fortunately, the garden didn’t hear her. This is the…
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…
Strewth, it’s spring
One minute it’s freezing, the heating is clicking on and vests are needed; the next it’s ridiculously hot; the one after that, it’s back to vest-and-heating territory. The garden is as confused as I am, and one result has been that the kale went from barely growing to bolting over a weekend. But everything else…
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…
Still growing – and still here!
Oh dear, so much time has passed since I promised myself I would blog more frequently and get back on track. All I’ve managed to do is feel guilty that I wasn’t doing either. So while I am still stupidly busy I’ve decided to do some brief posts, and maybe the occasional meadow watch thing,…
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…
Please stop….
I just want the garden to stop for a bit while I catch ip with it. Please… whimper… First, the apples. Oh my lordy, the apples. Apples to the right of them, apples to the left of them, into the valley of apples rode the six hundred … well, me and P with a load of carrier bags….
Progress (garden open, 2). And digging.
This post is supposed to be wordless, as it’s Wednesday, but I’ve tried that and I can’t shut up. My word of the day, however, is AGH as I did too much gardening yesterday and my back is protesting. But progress has been made. Less than a week to go to open garden, so that’s…
Beangenie 