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…

The winter of my discontent

Grumble, grumble, grumble. Guess what the weather is doing? Again? Everything is wet. Even the logs stacked in the greenhouse are wet. I’m wet. The Hell Hound of Harlech got wet. P got wet, though despite this he still decided to go tree climbing with a bow saw and take a branch off the cherry. Next Door’s…

‘Tips for the winter garden’

Reality and journalism – or what sometimes passes for journalism – often collide. And so, in celebration of this fact, I would like to offer some of my very own tips for the winter* garden (watching where you tread should be first, after what I stood in just now, and thank you, Next Door’s Cat). ‘A well-placed…

Oh wow – updating the Garden Tour

It’s been needing doing for some time, but it’s rather like hoovering the loft – you can put it off for ages. A while ago I created a ‘garden tour’ page, and I’ve not looked at it for ages. The other day I decided that there’d been too many changes. It had to happen. Spring cleaning….

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….

Epimedium enchanting!

I have a bit of an epimedium weakness (I like erythroniums too, and many other things beginning with e but not… well, let’s not get distracted). However, my garden eats epimediums, so this year I got a bit radical. My one remaining epimedium – and I’ve been given epimediums which are an invasive menace elsewhere…