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…

There are winter jobs…

… and then there are winter JOBS. Jobs which deserve their capital letters. Jobs which you’ve probably been avoiding for several years, if you’re anything like me*. And then one sunny day, when you don’t have a deadline for the first time in months, you suddenly find yourself down the builders’ merchants ordering three tons…

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…

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…

‘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…

Shattered… and a party

Agh! Been soooo busy, what with one thing• and another••, that I’ve barely been in the garden. This is probably just as well as the lawns are almost liquid and the beds are covered in dead leaves and ‘donations’ from Next Door’s Cat. And they’re almost liquid too. But I will be back, very shortly….

The winter list (and a spring surprise)

Every year (OK, for the last few), I get organised. After the great meadow strim P and I walk round the garden working out what needs doing, and draw up the winter list. It’s all those jobs which have probably needed doing since the previous Christmas, but which have ‘somehow’ not quite been done. It…

Following my new tree: a hawthorn

I’ve finally decided, and I went for a tree that isn’t monumental, isn’t a classic hardwood, that doesn’t leap out and bite you in the leg because it’s so magnificent. It’s a hawthorn, and an old one (according some of the older residents, it’s been there for time out of mind). Or maybe it does bite…

Other eyes

I know my garden; I’ve worked in it for time out of mind and I’ve photographed it a lot, and I mean A LOT. But last weekend two friends came round for afternoon tea and a walk (which we gave up on, due to the weather), and one of them is a professional photographer. I’ve…

Tree auditions, 2015

I’ve decided to follow a new tree for a new year and, in accordance with my pledge to myself to get out of the garden more, I have been into the woods and fields and conducting auditions. I think I have decided, but I’m not entirely sure (I seldom am). There wasn’t any snow – in fact,…

The belated Boxing Day flower count

It doesn’t have to be Boxing Day (a day I tend to spend lying around the place groaning and/or putting some ancient movie on when the broadcast TV turns out to be shite). Sometimes it can be New Year. Sometimes it’s any day in between… but generally, at about this time of year, I get…

Happy Christmas!

OK, there are tons of things I should be doing (hoovering / clearing up the woodlice cemetery / finding where I put the cranberry juice) but it’s a lovely afternoon and, Christmas Eve or no Christmas Eve, I’d rather be out there. This is a compromise, because I’m being Christmassy and looking at lovely things,…