The snow has arrived here, though it doesn’t look as though it will make anything other than a fleeting impact upon the garden; tiny, delicate flakes, drifting about playfully on the air…
Read moreDay 38: kind of blue
Glinting out at me, ankle high as I trundle a barrow past, a hint of blue – the first blue of the year. Jewel-bright berries cheer us through the winter…
Read moreDay37: home wrecker
Someone could live here. Days are drawing out, and thoughts inevitably turn to spring, I can I feel the urge to get involved with the wintery detritus…
Read moreDay 36: George Henry Kern
'George Henry Kern' is undoubtedly an excellent small magnolia whose pink flowers in spring possess the best of both stellata and lily-flowered magnolia varieties…
Read moreDay 35: too wet to waft
It’s been a dreary, rain-soaked day, and the hazel catkins are looking bedraggled. So prolific with their pollen, which must waft upon the wind to find its way to the tiny pink female flowers…
Read moreDay 34: no neat freak
I fear yesterday’s post may have given an inaccurate picture of the planting in my garden. It’s only ever that tidy (sterile?) near the less intensively-planted, shrubbier parts…
Read moreDay 33: low tide
Lockdown is confirming what I already know about our garden – it’s at its best in spring, and winter... well. Let’s just say, winter in our garden requires an exercise of the imagination…
Read moreDay 32: surviving February
February has a trick up its sleeve; whilst being by all objective measures the shortest month of the year, it somehow contrives to feel the longest…
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