I love those tales of glorious winter gardens, lyrical with frosty mornings. The cold crisp days are invigorating and inspiring whilst the low afternoon sun caresses the ruddy leaves of Leucothoe “Scarletta”. Goldfinches feast on hoary seed heads and fluffy bloomin’ bunnywunnys hop past giggling. Let me tell you the truth, well my truth anyway. I willContinue reading “The Truth”
Author Archives: offtheedgegardening
Waffle
Life caught up with me today so you are going to have to make do with a photograph of a hellebore and no words. As my mother would (and often does) say “you can like it or lump it”. You may even prefer it. Now I am worried that as I have let you down onContinue reading “Waffle”
Belle
What a glorious day! For a start the sun shone, admittedly it was intermittent but every beam was absorbed and stored in my sunshine bank. We shuffled the extended border, digging up many of the plants and rearranging to give them more room and fill the gaps, pausing occasionally to appreciate the warmth of the rays. ThisContinue reading “Belle”
Rumble Fish
Many years ago I saw a film called Rumble Fish. From memory, bearing in mind this was in the mid 1980’s and things are a little hazy, I can tell you the following. It starred Mickey Rourke and Matt Dillon. There were motorbikes and much angst. It was very cool but a little too violent forContinue reading “Rumble Fish”
Monotone
It was a day in black and white. When I found the odd nugget of colour, the odd tattered rudbeckia bloom, an ill at ease lavender flower, bloody stems of cornus, desperate acer leaves, all were diluted. The sparse colour was faded and tired. The wretched wind had sucked out the hues, the ravishing rain had dilutedContinue reading “Monotone”
Envy
This is not my sophora. It is full of flower, both potential and actual. It is not tatty. I forgive it for the fact that it is far better than mine. Not that it minds either way, flaunting its buttercup blooms in the winter gloom. I like its attitude.
Home Sweet Home
For the last few days I have been visiting the town I used to call home. Although it isn’t where I was born, it is where I grew up. It is where I ticked off many milestones on my journey to the place I am today. When I am not there it is a just a memory, albeit it a fine one,Continue reading “Home Sweet Home”
Waiting
Is she on her way home yet?
Holiday
Another dowdy day; well dowdy by name but not by nature. I awoke this morning hoping it was Saturday but knowing that it seldom is. Rather than a dawn chorus my awakening accompaniment was the dulcet tones of next doors scaffolding being dismantled. Past the clunks and crashes, chatter and clatter, my bat ears were honed past the ladsContinue reading “Holiday”
Viola
When all else fails the cheery face of a viola bloom will do the trick. I will leave you contemplating its beauty.
Off The Edge Gardening 