I started too early. I always do. Despite appearances I am not a patient person, (what do you mean no kidding?) I strive to keep all my impulsiveness in but with gardening, each year, I fail. Gardening is not a sport for the impulsive. Gardening is slow. Gardening is measured, gardening is seeing today what…
Sunrise over Newtown I am writing this at 7.30 on Sunday night and it is still light. In the garden I can hear a chorus of blackbirds serenading the setting sun. On the distant hills a kite calls, underpinned by the thud, thud, thud of some distant party beat. The clocks have sprung forward. Spring…
Seed sowing and tomato obsessions.
Bordering Grey 