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Category: The garden
Scrumping
Technically I’m not of course but I do like saying the word redolent as it is of climbing fences, taking windfalls illicitly, […]
I’m crabby…
Never, who me? A crabby old man? Rushes to Google- “: easily irritated : peevish and irritable : grouchy. a crabby recluse. […]
What d’ya mean…
You can’t see where I’ve painted? Three years on, and the barn roof needs a top up coat of plasticiser. Lots of […]
The wild meadow
AKA the orchard. You may remember that we had the two aged (- 300 years?) Sycamores topped and reduced in size last […]
Violets are blue…
Dilly, Dilly. Indeed they are, and they’re invading the meadow by the pond. They’re difficult to photograph and these attempts do not […]
Holes in socks…
Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being later here, […]
Favourite places number 1
Working by the river Wye, listening to the music it produces and being constantly bemused by its variations on a theme is […]