Yes, I’m afraid it has happened again. I am not proud. It was not mine to eat. You must understand that this golden raspberry was so alluring and I am so weak. Delicious, in case you wondered.
Author Archives: offtheedgegardening
Happy Boots
My new boots arrived today. I love them. Good boots are an integral part of the gardener’s kit. They increase the Happiness Factor tenfold. These will see me safely through the winter and beyond. They will keep my feet warm and dry. They will protect my toes from errant forks and soles safe from strayContinue reading “Happy Boots”
Pastel Power
This Pelargonium “Pink Capricorn” was a gift from Phlomis Phlo (after some extremely unsubtle hinting on my part). It has thrived in a pot in the half-sun of the steps leading up to our small and imperfectly formed garden. Perched here the fragrant leaves are handy for a quick fondle on route to bring theContinue reading “Pastel Power”
Dewy
Although a little chilly, these dewy mornings can be very beautiful.
What Happened Next?
a) I left them for Lavinia and Lionel to enjoy when they returned from their latest exploits, hiking across The Empty Quarter, b) I picked them and made them into a very small pot of jam, c) My little brother ate them, d) The blackbirds ate them, e) I ate them.
Indiana Sean and the Temple of Gloom
We have been horticultural archaeologists at The Farm today. There is a forgotten area just below the (soon to be) vegetable garden. An area whispered of in the dark corners of hostelries and scribbled in ancient tomes. The void on the map. The Badlands. Dry stone walls with half buried door and window, the woodenContinue reading “Indiana Sean and the Temple of Gloom”
Perseverance
After late sowing, bunny munchings, slug gussling, diversions and distractions, this marigold is finally flowering. Full marks for perseverance. It was worth the effort, it was worth the wait.
Song for the Day
If I had to pick a song to represent today it would be Indian Summertime and the Living is Easy. True, it doesn’t scan as well as the original, but it sits just perfectly with me.
Back at the Coal Face
After my recent debauched weekend, today I was back at the coal face. How I suffered in the cosseting rays of the benign autumn sun. With unremitting bravery I bore the hardships of garden gossip, planning the year ahead, collecting seed of aubergine hollyhocks, planting out hesperantha and gaura, shuffling out-of-place cistus and lobelia. Then,Continue reading “Back at the Coal Face”
The Wanderer Returns
What can I say? It was a wonderful weekend away from The Shire. I am still recovering. For this reason words are in short supply. A precis of my adventures using photographs to illustrate each event will follow. With Hero I shopped. This delphinium was admired but passed by in favour of the ever-shifting salesContinue reading “The Wanderer Returns”
