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

Possessive

R and I did some more quite heavy gardening this morning, working on a rather tragic old greengage tree in the secret garden, which was blown apart in last month’s storms and has been leaning on other structures or lying … Continued

Playing dead

It was a brilliantly sunny, though very cold, day, and I knew it was likely that the owls would be flying this afternoon. But still tired after yesterday’s trip to Cardiff, and with a weekend’s Boy-sitting to come, I talked … Continued

Well met

I was beating and sweeping tiny inverts out of their shelters this morning when this Southern Hawker flew right past my face, making me take a rapid step back and say “Waah!”. I doubt that he’d intended to get quite … Continued