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Something bizarre is happening in this neck of the woods, something we haven’t seen since 1865.  This strange phenomenon is called unrelenting sunshine.  We had a preview yesterday.  I celebrated by working in my own garden (I’ll just do an hour, what tea time already?).  Today was more of the same.  The autumn sun wasContinue reading “Working Weather”

We consulted the seagull innards for a sign and all was favourable.  So Hero hitched the oxen to the cart and we headed south, to the fabled southern lands, where the sophisticated folk abide, to meet with like-minded tribes from far afield.  We had heard a rumour that someone from as far as South MoltonContinue reading “Away Day”

After a morning attempting to oust some more of Lavinia’s disreputable friends, I went shopping.  I am not talking spuds or sausages.  I am talking proper shopping.  I am speaking of discount store purchasing!  We have a local general store which excels in the naff, their plant centre included.  Glittered heather, 1m high plastic gnomes,Continue reading “Mums the Word”

Working in several different gardens for a variety of characters poses many challenges.  “Where I am?”, is one of them.  “Who are you?”, is another.  However, one of the trickiest things has been remembering individuals’ tastes and preferences.  And there are a surprisingly varied range of these requirements; they are indeed a singular bunch.  StandingContinue reading “One Man’s Meat”

This Parahebe catarractae was flowering well today at The Farm.  Coming originally from my own garden as a self-rooted runner, it was cut back hard to help it cope with the stress of being wrenched from its mothers arms.  Seems to have got over the trauma!

Look up, go on, you never know what you might see.

Autumn may well have begun …..

Another dodgy start to the day.   A car crash meant my route had been blocked not far from my destination, necessitating a U-turn and finding an alternative route.  Although this was the back road I was not alone in my plight and a large queue was quickly forming.  All however was well-tempered.  A kindly manContinue reading “Another Day, Another Jam”

It was a funny old day from the start.  Not something I could put my finger on, or attempt to explain, but somehow it felt misaligned. It began by waking a little later than was planned.  The upshot was I didn’t have the benefit of a slow and gentle adjustment from dreamland to what IContinue reading “Funny Old Day”