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More Roses

I have failed. I can’t for the life of me remember what this rose in Max’s garden is called. Luckily its beauty makes up for any of my shortcomings.

A splendid day at The Buns. The sun shone, a breeze cooled, flowers bloomed. But something was amiss in the Land of Lemon Drizzle. Was there an inkling of strain in the sultry air? What could the problem possibly be? I think I have been forgiven for relegating their lavender from No. 1 in theContinue reading “Roses, Roses, Roses”

Prerogative

The other day I was admiring a row of Lavandula angustifolia in The Buns’ garden. “I was just thinking” I said to Mrs Bun, who was troubled that I had drifted into some kind of pollen induced coma “that you can’t beat good old English lavender.” Relieved that the body inaction was just due toContinue reading “Prerogative”

Poetry

Whether you are calling it Stipa tenuissima or Nassella tenuissima, the combined effect of sun and wind on the Mexican feather grass is just the same. Poetry in motion.

Six on Saturday – Regime

Saturday is flying away and I can’t keep up. Unfortunately my usual weekend regime: dawntide 10k run followed by toasted quinoa breakfast with a quick scan of Plato’s Symposium, then a brisk hike up the Matterhorn, fitting in a visit to the local nursery on the descent and some hands on gardening when reaching homeContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Regime”

A Day in the Life of Max Doginovich

It was a pretty good day in Max Land. The sun warmed, the brisk breeze cooled. As well as the usual gardener creature there were plumbers to play with. Sticks were aplenty. Seagulls kept a respectful distance, taking it easy on account of the weather, but still you remained vigilant. Unless of course there wasContinue reading “A Day in the Life of Max Doginovich”

Lady of Shalott

Rosa ‘Lady of Shalott’ was looking so perfect today it needed to be poked to ensure it was indeed real. Just gently of course. And I can confirm that it is, both real and perfect.

Kind of Day

It was that kind of day.

Six on Saturday – Downhill

Well it seems that is it. The solstice has passed and we are now on the slippery slope to winter. Passed in a jiffy didn’t it? Here is my midsummer Six on Saturday. And perversely it actually looks like a summer’s day out there. It is where I should be, not here at my desk. Continue reading “Six on Saturday – Downhill”

Beechgrove

It is raining. Which means I have been cooking or thinking. Unfortunately on this occasion, it is the latter. I am a professional gardener. When I am not being oh-so-professional in other peoples’ gardens, I write about plants for fun and for money. It would appear that horticulture is my life, the be all andContinue reading “Beechgrove”