Tag Archives: “My Garden Age”

I wonder if my garden resembles the world? Certainly there were lots of surprises this spring, no thanks to Presidents Pushoff and Tramp. WEEDS arrive without an invitation. Russian troops in Ukraine American bombs out of nowhere for Iran. No … Continue reading →

A second world war time song, before my time, but still in my memory, when my own apple trees begin to bloom. Perhaps not so happy if sung by Presidents Pushkin or Tramp. This is my Bramley apple tree just … Continue reading →

Recently the news seems to be relentlessly bad. Day after day. Issue after issue. It’s almost never ending. It drags you down with it, if you are not careful. 🌻🌸But not in the garden🌺🌷 The garden news always contains some … Continue reading →

There was a time when tulips made the economy boom. Sadly it’s not so simple these days. Now they just bloom not boom. Just a glimpse of showy colour. Or a flash of white. Or maybe both. Or the rarest … Continue reading →

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 →

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.

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →