Bulb time
As regular readers will recall, the garden is predominately a Spring one, when swathes of daffodils of all shapes and sizes duly pop up to say hello. There are not many more we can usefully add except in the top […]
Pet friends…
Apple photos insist on sending me albums/amalgams/galimaufries of my photos, but they do such a good job of it I should just accept it and not tell anyone.
The log…
Remember the log which was abandoned by the storm in February? Well it’s still here despite the first surge of Winter attempting to float it in its now truncated state. I wonder where the rest went? (don’t look at ‘im […]
Rosie in the sun.
The girl rescue Greyhound who spent six years in and out of re-homing kennels finds a lazy afternoon in the wild flower meadow much to her satisfaction.
Two or four season? It feels like two of late.
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The Autumn garden
It is coming to the end of the summer and last gasps and thrusting shoots are the order of the day almost as if the plants are saying “if I could only just turn this flower into a seed my […]
Little-y
Daughter is a real scene stealer now that she is putting her winter coat on.
Spuds…
Why are they called that? Anyway, one of the most exciting times of the year, digging up the potatoes. In this case a row of Cara, with a row of King Edwards to go. Spotted an article in the paper […]
Jabber, jabber…
Nothing but jabs lately. Having secured a Covid jab for Joan, I’ve now got mine arranged for early October. Same place, just along from Joan’s flat. Now we’ve got ‘flu jabs for the three of us, so we can all […]