All is calm (now), all shall be well (at last). The power of the river is to be seen to be believed. […]
Time up in the wild flower meadow. Good to trample the seeds in, and trim the grass to give them a vitamin […]
Taking the hound – George, the rescue greyhound, on his much enjoyed sniffathons at this time of year is characterised by “plops”. […]
At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock – midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of sorts for […]
Not your every day question about your life choices, but intriguing names of heritage tomatoes. Around the end of May we noticed […]
As my old grandpappy never said. “When you want the hedge cut, boy, always choose a windy day. Or listen to Mr. […]
Greyhounds are 40 mph couch potatoes. One walk a day and one run per day are (should be) sufficient for their needs. […]
..the fruits of the garden are now emerging in excess. A cold wet start to the season combined with slugs and pigeons […]
Real slow television
You may recall a previous post about the weeping willow tree and the very fragrant unusual honeysuckle that overgrew, nay, overwhelmed it. […]
