Liquidambar styraciflua – Off The Edge Gardening

Accustomed

With barely a month left to run its course, I have become accustomed to autumn. Two days of sunshine has helped my conversion immensely. If I could put in a weather order for the next few months, today would be the template. No pinching frosts to nip vulnerable plants and fingers. For moisture I requestContinue reading “Accustomed”

Six on Saturday – Accusations

There have been accusations. Wicked and cruel lies. Rumours abound that I have been flaunting the Six on Saturday rules. It would be unfair to name names as to the source of this gossip, but I will give you a couple of clues to their identity – Haribos and edifices. I would like to putContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Accusations”

Six on Saturday – Dreary

It always takes me a few weeks to accustom myself to the shortening days and falling temperatures. All week I have struggled to get up in the morning and when I drag myself out of bed I am more belligerent teenager than disco diva. Today was no exception. There is one word that concisely sumsContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Dreary”

Six on Saturday – It’s a Miracle

It is Saturday. Outside it is blowing a hoolie and periodically horizontal rain joins in the fun. My ‘to do’ list makes War and Peace look like a novella. I have writing to finish and don’t need any diversions thank you very much. All great excuses not to participate in The Propagator‘s Six on Saturday.Continue reading “Six on Saturday – It’s a Miracle”

Fallen Leaves

In my world death has lingered close this week. More than one special friend has been touched by the great sorrow of loss. Although once-removed from these sadnesses, it has caused me to be rather more reflective than usual. Today I drove a friend to North Devon Hospice to pick up his car, left there after the passing ofContinue reading “Fallen Leaves”

Unfurling

Over the years it has become apparent to me that some plants are more reluctant to awaken in the spring than others. They like to take their own time, pootle along at their own rate, unaffected by what others may be doing around them, namely participating in the Great Spring Re-Clothing. These plants are playersContinue reading “Unfurling”