The more I walk the gardens of this world, the more I am reminded just how little I know. How is it possible that I have not come across Bidens aurea “Hannay’s Lemon Drop” before? It is unlikely that I could have walked past this beauty and not been stopped in my tracks. Supermodel elegant, fashionably lateContinue reading “Bidens aureum “Hannay’s Lemon Drop””
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Less Words
Autumn flowering aconites. The End.
Top Ten
The top ten reasons why being a gardener is so great (assessed at today’s date, it may very well all change tomorrow): Seeds For me the joy of the amazing miracle of germination never diminishes. This is true whether it is as easy as a lawn of cress or needs quadruple stratification, nicking and soaking whilst doing the hokey-cokey before justContinue reading “Top Ten”
Further Equine Enquiries
Investigations into the Great Pasty Theft continued at The Farm today. CSI scoured the site looking for crumbs, rejected crusts or even signs of the plastic wrapping, all to no avail. It is becoming evident that we are up against seasoned professionals. Tiny was keeping tight-lipped about his part in the misdemeanour. We are hopingContinue reading “Further Equine Enquiries”
More Sums
Autumn sunshine + flower spikes of Miscanthus sinensis “Adagio” = something to remember
Words
Occasionally I struggle to think of even a few words to accompany my meagre photographs. On these uninspired days some will arrive eventually and, to give them their due, they rarely let me down completely. Today, however, my problem is one of too many words. A lexicon is zooming around in my head, bouncing offContinue reading “Words”
Yellow Rose
A yellow rose, and its not in Texas.
Rogue
This burnt toffee tagetes is a welcome interloper, emerging from a packet of Naughty Marietta seed. She was supposed to be a blonde but turned out to be a brunette. More Liz than Marilyn. I’m not complaining, in the low autumn sunshine she is a real beauty. She was naughtier than we imagined. I doContinue reading “Rogue”
Alone
This is just one of the myriad of individual flowers covering the elegant spikes of Verbascum chaxii. Beautiful in entirety, wonderful in isolation.
Gossamer
The first truly chilly start of the season. It began with drive through retina-melting low sun interspersed with patches of clichéd moorland mist. On arrival at Lionel and Lavinia’s I was surprised by the forgotten feeling of early morning cold and damp. Coats were scrambled for, shoulders slightly hunched, work the antidote to dankness. ShrubsContinue reading “Gossamer”
Off The Edge Gardening 