Six on Saturday – Abridged Version

Bit rushed so here is abridged version of SoS. Cheers Mr P – check him out. No. 1 –  Respect No. 2 – New old pots No. 3 – Now? Are you serious? No. 4 – Broken primulas No. 5 – Garlic shoot, no poo No. 6 – Single Sophora Adios ’til next time!

Six on Saturday – Letters

Here we are again, happy as can be, all good friends and jolly good company.  That’s right, it is Six on Saturday time again.  For anyone who has spent the last year lost in The Empty Quarter, or perhaps has been undertaking a silent vigil in a monastery somewhere deep in the Himalayas, and haveContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Letters”

Babes in the Wood

Unlike most of its compatriots, there is one planter at The Farm that will not be emptied for the winter.  This re-purposed concrete water trough contains a couple of Euphorbia x martini  ‘Ascot Rainbow’  and a trio of the golden-eyed blue daisy, Felicia amelloides.  The euphorbia is tough as old boots and although might look a littleContinue reading “Babes in the Wood”

What Happened Next? – Once More

Well, Weatherpeople, you got that completely wrong didn’t you?  No rain, you promised.  None.  And I foolishly believed you.  After yesterday’s wall to wall miserable mizzle, you said that today would be better.  That much was true, I suppose.  It was better, but by no means best.  Weatherwise anyway.   The rain started mid morning andContinue reading “What Happened Next? – Once More”

Better Late Than Never

A welcome day off.  After a wander down to the harbour followed by a bit of shopping, I thought that for a change I could do some gardening.  In my own garden.  I have spent the last few weeks preparing gardens for the imminent winter, protecting plants and where possible moving them undercover.   Just notContinue reading “Better Late Than Never”

Cotoneaster Almost Love

It has been said, mainly by myself, that I don’t like cotoneasters.  This is not altogether true.  Perhaps an exaggeration for the purposes of drama.  In fact I quite like this one, and many of its ilk have engendered a smile of approval.  What I do dislike are dusty, industrial hedge-trimmer massacred, generally neglected, supermarketContinue reading “Cotoneaster Almost Love”