offtheedgegardening

Niche

Whilst rejecting me, someone described my work as “niche”. I imagine it was not meant as a compliment. I laughed, then did my puzzled face and felt a bit sad. My writing is me, which surely means I must also be niche. No one had mentioned it before. But it explains a lot. The photoContinue reading “Niche”

Protected

Another white feather. I’m being followed. In the best possible way. I mustn’t get cocky though. That could be my downfall. We wouldn’t want the feathers to turn black.

Plenty

Golden pittosporum and blue sky. That’s yer lot. It should be plenty.

Back To It

After a month long sabbatical, today I returned to work. I call it a sabbatical because it sounds grown up and important and as if I am doing something worthy with my time. Researching the lesser spotted snoddlegrass perhaps or volunteering in the Home for Grumpy Old Men or maybe knitting hats for bald eagles. Continue reading “Back To It”

GMBG – February – The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

Welcome to February’s GMBG, my monthly book:earthling dating agency. My attempt at a good match this month is The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry and Grev. I have known Grev since I was a teenager, although in truth I don’t know him at all. I have seen him perhaps twice in the lastContinue reading “GMBG – February – The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry”

Six on Saturday – The Right Direction

February has arrived; the month of love, the last hurrah of winter, a time of increasing optimism. In theory anyway. The shortest of month of the year can sometimes seem the longest, plodding through to March which itself can be slow to reveal spring. However, there are definite advances in the garden, subtle often, butContinue reading “Six on Saturday – The Right Direction”

Catkins

Catkins; hard to better on a bright winter’s morning. Unlike today which was mizzle from dawn to dusk. But it is enough to remember the good times.

Ready

I’ve been waiting for today. It didn’t specifically have to be Wednesday 29 January 2020, just any day when in the Venn diagram of my life Willing Spirit and Blue Sky overlapped. Today I have been sitting on the bench outside the back door, perched on my inflatable kneeling pad, coffee at my side, cleaningContinue reading “Ready”

Blue

Bideford Long Bridge in the morning sun. All is calm. A moment earlier I had been passed by an excitable crocodile of fluoresence as a stream of school kids walked past. I heard one of them say, as they pointed to one of the moored boats, rusted and land-bound and in the process of slowContinue reading “Blue”

Ice Road Trucker

Don’t be my friend, it is dangerous. I just can’t help but share. This morning my phone rang, it was Hero. Laughing. What a nice surprise. Although perhaps a little disturbing. “I thought I’d ring and give you a giggle”, “OK” I said, never one to turn down the opportunity for a chortle, “I’m stuck”,Continue reading “Ice Road Trucker”