Thoughts – Off The Edge Gardening

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”

Wall

It took me a while to appreciate the wonders of a wall. Possibly about the same time that it dawned on Oasis. My initial foray into walldom consisted of building a blockwork monstrosity at college, which I am hoping did not stand the test of time. At Cliffe I was introduced to the master craftContinue reading “Wall”

Fight!

I was beginning to worry that the insects weren’t going to find us. I remember feeling the same last year, but as our little garden has become even more isolated in the land of plastic and apathy, there seemed even more reason to be concerned. As a child, did you ever move house and wonderContinue reading “Fight!”