Day 149: masterwort

The astrantia is in flower – I’m fairly sure that this one is ‘Ruby Wedding’ – and I’m enjoying the slightly fussy complexity…

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Day 148: purple sage

Just a few feet away from the salvia we’d thought lost, a culinary relative is spilling over the edges of one of the raised beds…

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Day 147: mountain bluet

If ever a plant were needed to give an impression of being connected by its roots to some kind of national power grid, that plant would be the mountain bluet …

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Day 146: pinching out dahlias

I’m not growing dahlias here this year. Life, and its antipodes, rather got in the way at the time I should have been potting them up…

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Day 145: elder

Everything in the garden looks fresh just now – even the elder, coming into bud…

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Day 143: gardening à deux

Greeting old friends you’ve not seen in the garden since before the winter is always an occasion for joy, though this time tempered with an extra layer of emotion…

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Day 142: herb robert

The woodland floor is filling out, the volume of Green Stuff growing exponentially by the day just now. Bright green dock and wood avens are the latest to appear…

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Day 140: cow parsley

I’ve been waiting patiently for cow parsley (Anthriscus sylvestris), that froth that sits along the edges of roads and woodlands…

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Day 139: nettles for dinner

Every year around now – that first great flush of growth that always comes in May after rain – the stinging nettles appear at their most inviting…

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Day 138: garden pest

I’ve identified the new critter in the garden. The creature that’s been biting the flowers off the tulips…

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Day 137: in praise of the crabapple

Why would anyone not want a crabapple tree in their garden? Firstly, there are the flowers…

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Day 136: Veronica Speedwell

I’ve always thought the name Veronica Speedwell sounds like a character straight out of a sixties spy novel…

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Day 135: stopping for bluebells

We are invariably in a rush to get somewhere, you and I. For one so completely at home in the cool, green calm of the woods…

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Day 134: lilac dance

The lilac is on the point of bursting into bloom; I can’t help sticking my nose into each candle-shaped inflorescence…

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Day 133: woodland floor planting

There’s a subtlety to the way that Mother Nature plants that eludes the human gardener, so far from the grids and patterns of our planting plans…

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Day 132: scented sentries

A building without plants by the entrance always seems a little austere – doubly so when it’s a home…

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