offtheedgegardening

Shameless

Shameless? Perhaps. Or maybe a case of any port in a storm. Not quite safe enough though.

Yesterday a parcel of plants was left, according to the email I received whilst I was out working, “In a safe place”. This oh so secure and nurturing place was outside my front door in the rain. To add insult to injury it was upside down, in a box with clear arrows to prevent suchContinue reading “Upside Down, Boy You Turn Me”

Je Regrette Tout

I should have. I didn’t. Je regrette tout.

Perfect

There are days like today. Days of pure, simple joy. I paid the price with the others. It was worth it.

A Right Pear

You know that you have selected your clients well when, as you are poised to scatter some wildflower seed in their garden, you say “I think to mark this occasion you should perform a interpretative dance”. And they do. Lord and Lady M, you are brill. Here is some pear blossom. Also brill.

Six on Saturday – Watches

This may be rushed. Again. I’ll tell you why. The strap on one of my watches came apart so I asked OH, AKA Glue Monitor, to fix it for me. I don’t have many watches, just three. You may think that is a lot. I suppose you only really need one. My three perform differentContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Watches”

Perfect Parcel

Who doesn’t love to get home from a hard day at the coal face to find that your previously ordered plants have arrived? I have heard tell that are some strange folk out there who wouldn’t get quite as excited as me, but this could be apocryphal. A parcel is a wonderful thing and oneContinue reading “Perfect Parcel”

Toil

It seemed like a brilliant idea. “Let’s make a flower bed in the middle of the lawn. More colour, less mowing. There will be plenty left if you ever fancy a game of crochet.” A perfect plan, not just perfect, inspired. “We’ll pile the sods in corner a few meters away and when it hasContinue reading “Toil”

Striptease

This is the season of the striptease. Teeth grindingly chilly in the morning, warranting thick jumpers and substantial socks. By early afternoon the sun is blasting requiring a peeling of layers until decency dictates a halt. I’m not complaining. The jolting icy air is as effective as smell salts to invigorate the sluggish gardener, theContinue reading “Striptease”

Inappropriate

Yesterday I attended, along with Hero and OH, the local Plant Heritage lecture day and lunch at Marwood Hill Gardens. I listened intently, notebook in hand, to talks on scented shrubs and later about botanising in Madagascar. I even remembered to pack my specs so I could actually see the slide show. I wandered aroundContinue reading “Inappropriate”