Stowaway

This morning I lugged hoses, a garden sieve, a mat for kneeling on, rubber gloves, a large knife, and a muck bucket down to the far garden, and set about cleaning up the wildlife pond. This is a task that’s … Continued

Thorny

It was a pretty dismal day, and though R hauled himself off out for a walk, I really couldn’t be bothered. Instead I made a vague attempt to catch up on some of the administrative backlog that’s still hanging over … Continued

Orange

I think it’s rather sad that beautiful things can pass you by so easily. Although I had a country childhood, and my mother was a keen gardener, I grew up not thinking about butterflies very much. I could have named … Continued

Lush

This was supposed to have been a no-gardening day – partly because I’m already bored to tears with it, the novelty of (relative) tidiness having worn off before it’s even been fully achieved, but mainly because I’ve been pushing myself … Continued