You can strike up friendships in the strangest of places. Well I can anyway. A packed polytunnel at the both marvellous and cruelly irresistible Sampford Shrubs, was one such place. The person in question, who I befriended, or perhaps befriended me, was a visitor from Cornwall. I was on my way to Somerset. On reflectionContinue reading “Friendship”
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Love in a Meadow
The soil is parched, despite regular watering. In spite of this hostile environment many of the plants on Button Moon are continuing on a trajectory so upward I am scared where it all might end. No more so than the wildflower meadow. Last year it was a mixed meadow, this season a little less diverse. Continue reading “Love in a Meadow”
Six on Saturday – Platinum
This might take some time. I’m writing this week’s Six on Saturday on my Mum’s gas powered laptop. It has languished forgotten in the cupboard since 1836 when she upgraded to a solar paneled tablet. Once we had located the cranking handle (filed under archaic miscellany) and turned it over a few times it startedContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Platinum”
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.
Roses, Roses, Roses
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.
Off The Edge Gardening 