Redwoods? Dogwoods

Between the pond (now a swamp like Reed filled hole and the rockery, a grass covered mound with the occasional battling flower and plant...

A patch of rough

I don't love annuals. I don't love growing food. I've tried for years to grow food, especially when my children were small. Unfortunately...

The Watchers

Watching someone you love die, is probably one of the hardest things anyone can do. Watching them deteriorate is impossible to do, and...

Winter is coming

Most people hate winter, it's cold and gloomy and unless we have snow it isn't very visually appealing. I enjoy the turning of the...

Red, red roses

There are so many roses in the garden. Apparently they were one of my dad's favourite flowers. They are mostly, shades of pink, an...

Grief = Fear

Grief = fear of the unknown Grief causes us to be unceremoniously evicted from our comfort zone. We are thrown into fear of the future, a...

Oils for Grief

One of my most precious memories from childhood is the green house. Dad had a Victorian style green house with an underground heater and...

Scrumping time

It's autumn of the end of my first year of hard core gardening, I miss my dad's wisdom and life is more complex with a stroppy yet...

Advancing Hedges

Hedges are walking their way into the garden. Hawthorn, but also privet and what appears to be box. It started by stealth, the hedge just...

Summer 2018

Summer this year is proving to be as memorable as spring. The flowers started to appear while the spring flowers were still in full swing...

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