Tag Archives: “My Garden Age”

Good intentions.

The March winds have blown away all my good intentions for today. I was going to dig over the garden, and mulch the boarders with compost. But it’s cold hard work, easy to shirk. The perennials will have to wait, … Continue reading

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Spring Camelias.

Enough to cheer your heart. An immigrant from China In an English country garden, Must have come over on a boat. Something of a star among the daffodils and primroses.

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Flower Power.

All the rage in my student day 60’s. No more war. Just peace and love. “Let’s all go to San Francisco. With flowers in your hair.” Wars are back again, And not much peace and love. I’ve still got lots … Continue reading

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Beware the Ides of March.

It is a blustery, breezy day and if “The ides of March” means anything, it is a portent of doom and gloom to come. Certainly it was for Julius Caesar, when he was stabbed to death on the 15 th … Continue reading

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Smile Garden.

The fist signs of spring in the garden can always lift the gloom of winter. Reminders of days long ago when my mum and dad stopped off in what seemed like a long trip to Gloucester to pick daffodils in … Continue reading

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Winter Garden.

Enough of GRASPING the nettle and the sting in the tail. The garden goes dormant for a while in winter. Heads down and huddle together in the warm. Time for a rethink. Time for a warm drink. A tipple, a … Continue reading

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Wild Garden 2

The world is becoming a wild garden. Deaths in Gaza; rockets raining down on Iran and Isreal. Ukraine and Russia locked in endless confrontation. Trump tariffs creating economic chaos everywhere. UK public enquiries left hanging in the air. The weeds … Continue reading

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Wild Garden.

A cottage garden is supposed to be somewhat unkempt. It is not a tidy, beautifully manicured flower show haven. This is especially true now that rewilding is all the rage. I don’t know who told the plants in my garden … Continue reading

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My 77 Garden Age & Buttercups !

This is my last post before the Election. A buttercups selection. The next one will be a reflection 🌼🌼🌼on the result. Buttercups are the most deceptive of weeds. They entice you with promises of yellow flowers. But they spread their … Continue reading

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My 77 Garden Age & the NHS

This is probably the biggest challenge of all in the electorates mind. And it is only going to get worse as the population ages. So what can we learn from my garden? Well the NHS is choaked with weeds, all … Continue reading

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