There is something very special about a gardener’s pockets, more specifically the contents. As the week progresses, the pouches are crammed, culminating in a weekly unloading ceremony. I know I will not be alone in this custom, when the jettisoning of the weeks detritus is undertaken. The mishmash of items extracted consists of things to be thrown away whenContinue reading “Pockets”
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Foundling
Just as I had packed up for the day (the gloves were off, the weeds disposed of and I ready to load my tools and head home) a visitor arrived. The sweetest little Jack Russell you ever did see came a-calling. She had no collar, nothing to identify her, she was a foundling. So after aContinue reading “Foundling”
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
This was my first proper week back at work. Last week was a gentle introduction. It didn’t really count. The weather and my burgeoning cough necessitated a slow and steady pace. We needed to re-aquaint ourselves. This week was fully-fledged, back to normal, let’s get going, shake a leg, gardening. Wonderful. It might seem contrary,Continue reading “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Hopefully
Today is a day of celebration. I am happy to announce that overnight I have become a proud mother to a dear little Carthamus tinctoria seedling. Hang on a moment, what is that coming up behind? A double reason to celebrate, we’ve got twins! Hopefully. Actually I am planning for a much larger brood of the safflower or falseContinue reading “Hopefully”
A Day in the Life
After an uncommonly frosty start it was business as usual at The Farm. We kicked off with a little rabbit herding (domestic), then went on to some rabbit cussing (wild). The better part of the day was spent undertaking the wondrous triumvirate of weed, chop and mulch. This very rewarding work was interspersed with a little plantContinue reading “A Day in the Life”
The Early Bee
If I were a bee, hunkered down against the winter gloom, I would have risked a short foray out into the big bad world today. The blue sky and the fragrant mahonia flowers, advertising their wares with perfumed wafts, would have been provocation enough. If I were a bee I doubt I would be one ofContinue reading “The Early Bee”
Revenge
Today I have been pruning roses, climbing roses no less. Actually it started as rose pruning and descended into rose annihilation. The shrubs in question were growing (notice I say “were”) on the edge of a parking area in a strip (I am loathe to use the exaggeration “border”) approximately 15cm wide on top of a stoneContinue reading “Revenge”
Recollection and reflection
This dreary weather has caused me to reflect. Not in a maudlin way, but in a curious self-scrutinising manner. As I said, it was raining. I got to wondering quite why I blog. It is after all a rather bizarre occupation. Sharing your thoughts with a virtual audience made up of strangers, acquaintances and friends fromContinue reading “Recollection and reflection”
Hypocrite
I wish I could tell you which euphorbia this is, enjoying the ever warming sun in my garden yesterday. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a label. Sometimes I think my name should be the Hypocrite Gardener.
Trudge
A trudge up to the high street in the driving rain and who should catch my eye but this little chap. The sight of his cheery face lightened my load and quickened my step. More please.
Off The Edge Gardening 