It has been a time of challenges. Can this be said too often? Turn off now if you think so. A’top of my own challenges, no worse and undoubtedly far less than many, there have recently been various sadnesses. On their own they would have been tricky, but added to the pile they seem toContinue reading “Bobbie, In Memorium”
Category Archives: The Buns
“’To lose one client, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose two looks like carelessness.” Almost Oscar Wilde in The Importance of Being Ernest. Today was my last visit to The Buns’. Ever. Yes, another of my clients has wriggled from my clutches, another has sold up and is fleeing my domain,Continue reading “Careless”
After a successful morning in the garden, Mrs Bun and myself were sat on the Lutyens-esque bench, chit-chatting over a cup of tea and a piece of homemade ginger cake. The side gate swung open and a woman peered at us inquisitively. “Is this your dog?” she asked. And indeed there was the lovely Bobbie,Continue reading “Hedge”
Back to my roots
Today’s predicted “fair” weather transpired to be “a fair amount of mizzle” or even “a substantial amount of gloom”. Still there was light to be found in this dreary day. A couple of months ago, myself and Mrs Bun took some rose cuttings. As we couldn’t find a pot of quite the right dimensions, weContinue reading “Back to my roots”
Oranges and Lemons
This morning Mrs Bun and myself decided that random is rather lovely. And random that reminds you of oranges and lemons is ever better.
Mr Bun should know that it would take more than a few measly wheelie bins to keep me out. I’ve got past a lot worse. I’ve got past a lot worse here. In fact, just for fun, I leapfrogged over each in turn and then back again. And if I had known this beauty wasContinue reading “Barricade”
It was predicted but you never can be quite sure, I have been disappointed before. As we slept it started, but in the morning it was hard to say quite how much had fallen. A morning at The Buns, planting in mainly mizzle with a little drizzle, showed just how little it had penetrated intoContinue reading “Welcome Rain”
Eye of the Storm
It was wonderful to be out and about today, pruning roses with Mrs Bun, having to dodge just one, but significant, hail storm. I am not sure I will be as lucky tomorrow.
In our house we are very happy that the wind has changed direction. As I type I am accompanied by a roaring, whistling, splashing medley. Much mischief is occurring in the back garden, where the weather is doing its utmost to uproot plants, dishevel pots and flatten the shed which is being held up byContinue reading “Grumpy”
What a difference a day makes
Then the sun came out and it was quite a different story.