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.
A gotta-be-done job is stocking up the log store prior to winter. Although with a…
If you’ve been reading you’ll know that Beefy cuts or trims the surrounding hedges with…
What’s one thing you own that holds deep sentimental value? A piece of matter. Interconnected…
This rabbit hole didn’t exist, it’s a non-rabbit hole. At least it was until my…
What’s one piece of travel advice you always follow? The advice came from a colleague…
The morning after storm Austen and the river has barely risen. Could be that there…