Thoughts – Off The Edge Gardening

Discombobulated

I’ve not had the best day. Yesterday we had a family get together and second Christmas. Unfortunately, OH is not very well and stayed at home eating medicinal mini cheddars and drinking Irn Bru. Don’t worry, I told him, it’s only one night and I’ll be home before you know it. Sniff, he said. ItContinue reading “Discombobulated”

BOGOF: An Extra and Seasonal Greetings

I worked yesterday morning. It was just for an hour or so, but it still constitutes a renege on my sworn, cross my heart, pinky promise, signed in blood, sealed with salty tears, sabatical. In my defense it was an extra, not one of my real clients, just a daliance. Perhaps you will be kindContinue reading “BOGOF: An Extra and Seasonal Greetings”

Sorted

At this time of year it is impossible to get anything dry. The washing, naturally. Rain soaked coats, of course. But more importantly, my seed for storage. The greenhouse, although wonderful in almost every way, is not the ideal place for dessication. The atmosphere is sodden, with odd drips and various leaks that I generallyContinue reading “Sorted”

Not A Fall

Yesterday I had a little mishap at work. I was carrying a large trug of woodchip in order to mulch a recently planted crab apple by the pond, which I was transporting from a pile by the polytunnel. High ground to low ground, makes sense. Or does it? As bad luck would have it, IContinue reading “Not A Fall”

Fist Pump

I was talking with Welsh John yesterday about how we can all make a difference in this world. However small it might be, every positive action counts. All those little pluses add up to one humdinger. You get the gist. My neighbour, a bachelor with one of those jobs that however many times he explainsContinue reading “Fist Pump”

Lost and Found

I have a, perhaps, peculiar notion that lost things have a will of their own. Left to their own devices they will re-emerge, “ta-da!”, when the time is right. If a cursory search is unsuccessful, it is quite clear the item in question doesn’t want to be found until it is good and ready. ThereContinue reading “Lost and Found”

Smelly

It may well be hyperbole to suggest that, as a gardener, my only occasional sense of smell is a tragedy. When I tell people they roll their eyes in disbelief “what nothing?”. Then I tell them I also suffer terribly from hayfever, unconnected but adding extra straws to the poor camel’s back. “And you areContinue reading “Smelly”

Red Herring

The header shot is a red herring. It reflects neither my world nor my mood. Today is more rain and rainy days blues than sun and sunflower cheer. A blip, or perhaps another blip in a summer of blips. An enforced holiday. I’ve spent the morning constructively; I’ve made soup from a selection of ourContinue reading “Red Herring”

Eggy

One Easter, in the mists of time, my OH bought me a chocolate egg which was accompanied by a yellow egg cup emblazoned with the script “Little Princess”. It was both delicious and funny. Since then, on the majority of Saturday mornings, he makes me one boiled egg with two pieces of toast, one lightlyContinue reading “Eggy”

Graveyard Shift

Many moons ago, when I was but a seedling, my fascination with graveyards began. My parents ran a post office and stores in a small village in East Sussex. To get to school we had to catch the local bus to the nearby, slightly larger, village of Ticehurst. I was four years old, my elderContinue reading “Graveyard Shift”