My camera has gone a bit weird. Please don’t tell anyone. I am going to pretend that it took me hours to set up this arty shot of a rich purple crocus.
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Crumpled
It was my first visit of the year to the grand estate of Lord and Lady Mantle. I was met with a cup of coffee and a barrage of excuses as to why absolutely no gardening had been undertaken in my absence. And I mean not even an itsy bit of weeding or a peruse or aContinue reading “Crumpled”
Furry
I am not sure I approve of naming storms. Is it (foolishly in my mind) to foist human characteristics on these tumults of skinny isobars? If so, I would say this Imogen gal is having one heck of a hissy fit. Definitely not bessie mate material. What we need on days such as this is a furryContinue reading “Furry”
Dead Head
It seems a shame to remove these memories of flowers past, but it must be done. The first hundred are therapeutic, the second hundred are a little more challenging.
Our House
As I always strive to be considerate to the most sensitive of you creatures, I must advise you to consider carefully before you proceed. This photo is a little misleading. You will find no talk of camellias here, in fact there is no garden content at all in this post. No flowers, no trees, no compost, no soil. TurnContinue reading “Our House”
Combination
Have we featured a primrose recently? Yes? Have there been raindrops? Yes? Has there been a cunning combo of both? I thought not.
Blurry
This has been a week of firsts, and today was my first day back at The Farm. It was a day of mist that swiftly thickened to fog. It was mild and unobtrusive and blurred the edges of the world. All was veiled in an ethereal blanket, not threatening but embracing. My mood however was buoyant.Continue reading “Blurry”
Daphne odora “Aureomarginata”
As sweetly scented as it is beautiful.
First Day of Term
Have I mentioned before just how brilliant I am? Before Christmas I asked Mrs Bun exactly what her plans were for the unsightly pot of manky leaves that had sat in the greenhouse for the past year. She explained that it had been a gift, had never flowered, and held little sentimental significance. Bin itContinue reading “First Day of Term”
All Things
So it has arrived, as I always knew it would. Today is the last day of what I so pompously called a “sabbatical”. The noble list of chores was touched upon but not completed. There has been plenty of relaxing and a fair smattering of indulgence. As a last kapow, we spent the last couple ofContinue reading “All Things”