Tag Archives: “My Garden Age”

We have had the drought months, which have ravaged my once floriferous cottage garden. Now the autumn rains are stimulating rapid growth of every not so welcome plant that has any energy left. The ivy is growing at pace, as … Continue reading →

It’s been far too hot to do much in the garden lately. Not to worry because nothings been growing. In fact everything has been drying and dying. No rain for months and hosepipe bans. Now a thunderous change, down comes … Continue reading →

The Government and the garden are all out of kilter. Just as we pass mid-summers day, temperatures are reaching their hottest ever. Tempers are fraying and Prime Minister Stammer is frying and he has been outed unceremoniously. Stammer has had … Continue reading →

Summer is officially here, although you wouldn’t know it from the weather. It can’t make its mind up from one day to the next. Rain, hail, thunder and sunshine. The good news is that the flowers don’t care, they continue … Continue reading →

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.