March of the Nasturtium

There is seldom need to sow nasturtium more than once.  Not in my world anyway.  In this garden we dance a horticultural dance, sometimes I am leading, more often not.  At this time of year they are ever marching like a marauding army.  Tumbling through and over and round, charming constrictors in opal fruit hues.Continue reading “March of the Nasturtium”

Fashionably Late

As a girl in the 1970’s my mum bought me a moss-green corduroy trouser suit, and I looked like the bee’s knees.  Or rather I imaged that I did.  It was rather avant garde for St Ives CP Junior School.  There were “looks”.  Since then I have allowed the latest trends to get lukewarm beforeContinue reading “Fashionably Late”

Still Going Strong

Today’s gardening duties were straight out of The Book of Horticultural Cliches, chapter three Autumn.  Collecting seed, moving perennials, tidying, planning for next year.  Hesperantha were flowering, a cerise cyclamen popped and we swept the first of the leaves that had fallen in the recent gales. This rich-red pelargonium however was having none of it.Continue reading “Still Going Strong”