The garden is suddenly a blaze of colour. Most of the daffodils have gone now (save for the pipit in the rockery and the hot garden and baby duck in the nuttery, both lovely smaller varieties) and tulips have taken centre stage. The ones planted out in the garden have been marvellous this year. TheyContinue reading “Zing!”
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New Boot Reboot
In the way of these things, the best gardening days for weeks arrived and both my wellies and gardening boots gave up the ghost. Nothing for it, I ordered some new ones and persevered with the weird sensation that there was a tortoise inside my boot whilst they scoured the country for a teeny tinyContinue reading “New Boot Reboot”
Light and Sound
I’ve hardly been in the last few days. Despite the odd shepherd’s warning morning, the weather has been dry and fine and whatever indoor chores were originally on the list were firmly relegated to the back burner to make more space for rambling with Lyra in the morning and manic gardening in the afternoon. IContinue reading “Light and Sound”
Dropping season
It is the season for gravity to flex its muscles. Round by the lake this morning I walked Lyra under a barrage of surprisingly hard, little green acorns. All around there were mysterious cracks, groans and thunks in the undergrowth and Lyra darted here and there, ever alert for squirrel attacks. Down in the woodsContinue reading “Dropping season”
Sizzle
Since my last gardening confession it has, in the main, been even hotter. Things are getting distinctly crispy in places and the ground is baked rock hard. All plans for planting, digging and splitting have been put on hold for the time being and the weeds have been allowed to cling on for a littleContinue reading “Sizzle”
Strange fruit
Last Saturday it was, finally, my turn to take Lyra to the groomers. Lachlan had to work and Keith has declared himself permanently traumatised by the last experience and unwilling to risk further mental collapse. Lyra is not enthusiastic about this trip and, despite being blind, seems to know exactly where she is going. SheContinue reading “Strange fruit”
Cthulu emerges from the deep
A few hours ago found me trailing up the back stairs, naked , wet and festooned with pond slime (having deposited my Lara Croft pond clearing outfit straight in the washing machine). Needless to say Anne next door called to discuss tomorrow’s dining options. I did alert her to the parlous state of affairs, whatContinue reading “Cthulu emerges from the deep”
Consider the lilies…
Well I’m totally there for the not toiling and spinning part, it has been far too hot and humid of late, and, frankly, I also doubt that Solomon in all his glory looked as splendid as my lilies. So, just this once, I’ll go along with the Sermon on the Mount. (The bit about settlingContinue reading “Consider the lilies…”
The Hipster Journals (2): from prodigy to pain in the ass
Yesterday was an excellent day. It started with the triumphant cracking of the surgical stocking conundrum and I positively swaggered downstairs, fully dressed without assistance. Various strolls around the garden were completed and a few roses deadheaded before lunch. I even went over the stepping stones (twice to prove it was not a fluke). TheContinue reading “The Hipster Journals (2): from prodigy to pain in the ass”
Lights, camera, action…
Well we’ve been beavering away like nobody’s business the last week or so because Keith somehow managed to agree that the garden should feature on a Border TV slot. This seemed to me to fly somewhat in the face of my plans to eschew the efforts of an open day this year, but as heContinue reading “Lights, camera, action…”