On acid in a car park

Yellow has pushed its busy way forward the past few weeks:  throwing its hair around and dancing in the fields as the rape seed flowers burst open.  The fields are washed with the stuff which curtsies to and flirts with the perpetual gun metal of the sky.  The orchestra would certainly be playing yellow cocktail…

Literary extract from The Great Gatsby

….”the lawn started at the beach and ran towards sun-dials and brick walls and burning gardens – finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.  The front was broken up by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and…

Tribute to an old shepherd’s hut

This shepherd’s hut was found rotting in a spinney with young trees thrusting their way through its rib cage.    It must have been a pretty spry place to see the ewes through lambing.  Warm as toast with the shutters pegged fast, the little cast iron stove pumping out heat.  Hens cooped under the bench…

A feast of spring buds

Forget the daffodils.  The high-point  of spring is the dancing buds and dazzle of early flowers on  trees.   Warm March and the wettest week of April that I can remember has brought out that flush of new leaf colour with pleated leaves unfolding and flowers bursting out in remarkable colour. I visited a garden…

Allotment newbie: the first few shakey steps

Cucumber seedlings are sulking on an east facing window sill and waiiting to go down to the allotment.  From spring onions oiled to shimmer in their skins to the disco dress of Purple Haze carrots, I had over-ordered seed packets.  With no where to sow so much, it was a stroke of luck to get…

Tapping my innermost restraint at Beth Chatto gardens

I am at the gardens of Beth Chatto, just out of the whist and twiffle of the seaside ozone and beyond the breath of roaring Colchester.  I haven’t been here for ages and it is quite simple:  NO personal shopping is allowed at all.   Today’s visit is simply to pick up some plants for…