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.
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
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…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…