Straggler

Winter is traditionally horticultural ordering season; seed, plants, bulbs.  Take your pick.  Catalogues have arrived with their evil photos and delicious descriptions, emails regularly pop into your inbox tempting you to (with one click) enter their wicked world.  Combined with opportunity aplenty to peruse at pleasure, this adds up to a very slippery slope.  IContinue reading “Straggler”

Happy New Six on Saturday

Happy New Six on Saturday to you all.  What is Six on Saturday you ask?  Can I believe my ears?  Where have you been for the last century, Mars?  I suggest you take your rocket ship over to Mr P’s planet, our commandant’s home, and it will all become clear.  Let us proceed. Earlier in theContinue reading “Happy New Six on Saturday”

The Christmas Zebra – A Cautionary Tale

One Christmas, whilst attending St Saviour’s School for Troubled Children, we were tasked with creating a festive scene in a biscuit tin.  No wonder we were troubled.  I approached this project very seriously, devising a detailed schedule which if adhered to would ensure success.  It was as follows: My mother had to be persuaded toContinue reading “The Christmas Zebra – A Cautionary Tale”

Six on Saturday – Santa’s Selection

Welcome to my festive Six on Saturday, a meme nurtured by our own horticultural elf, Mr P. Actually, using the word “festive” is about as seasonal as this blog is going to get.  There will be no mistletoe or holly, carols or mince pies, in fact it is singularly unfestive.  Don’t get me wrong, I loveContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Santa’s Selection”

Octopus Lichen

Today I was pruning out the demon canker from an old apple tree.  This fungal disease is systematically munching through its aged branches.  Although disfigured by this nibbling, it is blessed by a natty outfit comprising an assortment of lichen, including this one.  North Devon has a lot of lichen.  I am definitely not anContinue reading “Octopus Lichen”

Losing Battle

There is a splendid multi-stemmed myrtle in Max’s garden.   Cinnamon peeling limbs, glossy evergreen leaves, heady white blossom and bull’s eye berries; year long it gives joy.  It would be perfect, if not for one flaw.  Beneath its canopy, and further still, it flings its fruit densely and indiscriminately.  These germinate like sturdy cress, pushingContinue reading “Losing Battle”