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.
More fishy goings on in our pond. There was I observing the frogspawn and my…
Is river rock-pooling a thing? It is on the Wye, especially when the frogs are…
A polytunnel! “If it takes two or three men, two or three days to erect…
It feels a bit false to say that because we have only known the greenhouse…
Yes, there are dull days in January. Dull, dreary, dreich, cold, freezing, snowy (or “wintry…
We had a software glitch which rendered the site unstable. We are glad to report…