Narcissism is a futile infatuation with oneself, but with me, its the real thing…
ISIRTA. Or “l’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again!”. The quote above is from this 60’s radio programme. Which has very little to do with what we’ve been doing today – planting daffodils, or more accurately, narcissi bulbs.
The garden is a spring one, and once that season kicks in, they are everywhere. Everywhere except the remaining places we’ve got which are nude of glorious yellow in there many hues.
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can…
Pannage is the name in the New Forest for anti-acorn operations, when pigs are allowed…
This morning, the first cold morning of the winter, coincided with the Autumn Equinox. The…
We’ve done very well this year, and time to pick the Cox’s Orange which we…
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…