Dilly, Dilly. Indeed they are, and they’re invading the meadow by the pond. They’re difficult to photograph and these attempts…
Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being…
Couldn’t think of anything else to do, so wandered through the garden to the river. Always a thought provoking and…
Time to take out the old vegetables, now that they are sprouting, and prepare the beds for this year. The…
There used to be fish in here, and every now and again the new generation of Herons comes to be…
Sits in there, barking orders, overseeing my log splitting, barely an encouraging word, little team spirit, so I just get…
The weather has taken a turn, and about time with all the rain we have had. A few days of…
Sad words for an old companion who I am going to miss. The log. AKA Pinocchio. He arrived in February…
… and the perfect job to get in the mood. Restocking the log store. The tree-fellers sagely commented when told…