Summertime

The British summer is a peculiar event.  Much anticipated, much utilised.  For nine months of the year nothing happens.  Literally nothing.  We sit here, strumming our fingers and doodling.  Then June arrives and we are off.  For three months every wedding, birthday (sorry about that, blame my mum) and anniversary are packed in.  Parties, gigs, festivals,Continue reading “Summertime”

Rudbeckia “Summerina Orange”

When I get home each evening I am generally asked what I have been up to all day.  For the past few weeks I have said the same thing “weeding”.  Of course I have done other things too, but the main stay of my work at present is ousting the unwelcome.  This is not a complaint.   ItContinue reading “Rudbeckia “Summerina Orange””