Hello again. Remember me?
I took a break from blogging in the autumn, convinced there wasn’t much left to say about the garden. Levelling laurels? Old news. Magnificent magnolias? Been there, done that. Except…
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Well there’s no point beating about the bush – we are selling Woodridge. For a bunch of reasons that I’m not going to bore you with, we’ve decided to put…
We all know there isn’t a lot of gardening in winter. The weather’s not much good and things don’t grow. You have to wait it out. Which doesn’t mean that…
In August I said this wasn’t a monthly blog anymore. That was over 3 months ago, so yeah, it isn’t. And, you may ask, what’s happened in those 3 months? Well..
Well, it’s obvious that this isn’t a monthly blog anymore. Not just because I keep going away on holiday…but gardening is cyclical so there’s less new stuff
I spent a good chunk of April in Uzbekistan. It was just so good to be travelling again after 26 months of being grounded by the pandemic. And Uzbekistan itself…
There’s not a lot happening in January and February. I guess that’s a good thing because it’s freezing and wet, and that’s no fun. But it’s frustrating when, at other…
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. (Albert Camus) Autumn is galloping ahead. It’s a season that signifies ending, and there’s a whole lotta difference between…
August is a transitional month. It’s definitely part of summer – there’s sunshine and festivals and family holidays.
I was determined to post about June before the first week of July was over. My intentions were good, but somehow… So here’s two months for the price of one.
Along the river, over the hills, in the ground, in the sky, spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm, new life, new beauty, unfolding, unrolling in glorious exuberant extravagance,…
I’ve never been all that taken with magnolias. They have these huge showy flowers which look wonderful for 5 minutes, then get brown and bruised and drop before you know it.
Well this year I’ve completely changed my opinion.
When we first viewed Woodridge we were overwhelmed by the garden. It was mid-summer and everything was ebullient, effusive, extraordinary. And just way too much to take in. How the…