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One Japanese primrose is incredible, a carpet of them is phenomenal.

Of course I had heard the stories, but I dismissed them as folklore.  Surely it couldn’t possibly be true, it was just idle gossip.  And then this week I saw one for myself, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, it was in truth an immaculate hosta.  So apparently they really do exist, it was notContinue reading “Holy Grail”

Blurry, blurry, very very blurry, its very blurry.  Tired, tired, very very tired, I’m very tired. Back tomorrow with a larger selection of words.

Honesty, it really is the best policy.  Especially when they seed themselves so generously around the garden.

Today I have been digging.  I am not a great advocate of digging generally, but sometimes it is necessary, and this was one of those times.  Luckily I was ably assisted by a strong young man who showed an admirable interest in the soil.  We talked about its importance, how if you look after yourContinue reading “Dig for Victory”

In theory these pretty-in-pink bellis are weeds.  They weren’t planted amongst the aubretia, they were never an integral part of some clever or imginative scheme, they purely seeded themselves in this appropriate spot, arriving without announcement.  However, as they make such an enchanting combination, in this instance we will refer to it as “spontaneous gardening”.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know, dear, how much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away”

Yesterday was a day of poor decision-making, dismal actually.  The first error came early, when I  thought a supermarket sandwich would be a treat, it wasn’t.  When I needed some sustenance it let me down badly, I think it was salami and cheese although this is not certain. It was everything a sandwich shouldn’t beContinue reading “Decisions”

Yesterday I spent a fair proportion of the morning traipsing about the farm watering all and sundry.  As I sat down to eat my lunch the heavens opened and a heavy and prolonged rain shower ensued.  This was not forecast, it was quite shocking.  I think it may have been my fault.

Arrival was imminent, if not overdue.  As I was most eager to meet the new gang members  I spent most of last Thursday offering words of encouragement.  Helpful little whispers such as “get a move on!” “push, push” and “come on fatty, time to get shifting”.  I blame James Herriot.  Anyway I was thrilled aContinue reading “Warning: Extreme Cute Content”