There is an oppressive curtain of heat over the garden, somehow exacerbated by an insistent insect hum. I have abandoned my spade and retreated to some shade but it is still much too hot. Breathing in, the air feels thick and fuzzy, like peach skin and the tingle on my neck tells me I willContinue reading “Siesta time”
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Thinking season
It has been too hot for gardening. The clay soil has baked brick hard and the paths are dry and dusty. I pootle around weeding at the edges in a desultory fashion, but really this is the time to sit back and see what is working and what is not. Thus far I have earmarkedContinue reading “Thinking season”
Just Dangling
Yesterday started misty but very rapidly warmed up to blistering. After a week of self imposed not digging I cracked and spent most of the afternoon wrenching up roots and digging in compost. Highly satisfying, but by late afternoon I was boiling hot and somewhat pooped. Strolling round the garden to cool down in theContinue reading “Just Dangling”
Damp bahookie
There’s something quite liberating about knowing that no one is going to drop by. However, what I am discovering about my “liberated” self, is that she has not developed much from the 8 year old with a prized a baggie net, save for becoming more scruffy. (It is a known fact that, despite spending mostContinue reading “Damp bahookie”
Looking and not seeing
Sometimes something can be right in front of you, metaphorically making jazz hands, and you just don’t see it. I had a morning coffee by the top pond today and spent a happy hour admiring the water hawthorn and the hostas coming through. It was only later in the day that I was suddenly shockedContinue reading “Looking and not seeing”
