Wilding The Garden
The opening days of 2021 were burdened with low temperatures, sullen Tupperware skies, cold winds, and sleeting rain. The flattened...
The first dark morning of December held suspended like a bowl of cream in the clear sky an aptly named...
The first frosts came, sprinkling icing sugar on the lawns. The hardy plants and skeletal seed heads wore crystal halos...
October began as a good Autumn should: Storm Alex swept in, tearing off limbs and leaves, the rains continuing for...
There is something so particular about September sun slanting across leaves that seems to deliberately lead you away from summer....
The month began with heat, and escalated to more new records; as I climbed into my stifling car at the...
The longed -for rain finally arrived though the meagre and fitful drizzles hardly moistened the soil, and were interspersed with...
With the start of the month came rain, ripening fruits and visitors. Despite a remake of the fruit cage over...
May began with strong winds and changeable skies, with Tom’s visit in the first week seeing him battle to keep...
The orchard exploding into blossom The seemingly endless sunshine continues, and this strange lockdown world constantly ebbs and flows around...
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