It is coming to the end of the summer and last gasps and thrusting shoots are the order of the day almost as if the plants are saying “if I could only just turn this flower into a seed my work here is done”. The music is an adaptation by Gabriela Montero of Autumn from the Four Seasons composed by Vivaldi. A piece that evokes blown leaves by a gale that never leaves them long in one place but swirls and flocks them to all parts of the garden, only to end up in a heap at the corner of the lawn.
Hot weather on the way, and we don’t like it. We generally don’t stop, there’s…
Three months into playing in the tunnel, what is it looking like? https://youtu.be/L9Da85uCQUQ?is=4wKPIP_pLAxEz5gp
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…