I have a confession. You will not be impressed, my fine fellow gardeners. I have a guilty secret hidden away in some brown paper bags in our hall cupboard, and I hardly dare look or think about those brown paper bags. For inside those bags are waiting.... Oh, how can I tell you this? Inside…
Continue reading ➞ Where were you/when you oughta been plantin’?
A blank slate of a garden, a bare patch of earth, is a complicated dream. On the one hand it provides a rare and satisfying opportunity for planning, pure creativity, experimentation, and the pleasure of transforming an unattractive area of land into your own personal Eden. On the other hand, transforming said land is time…
For they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns. And in the Scottish winter, you can supplement whatever meagre rations the Heavenly Father sees fit to provide them with by putting out tasty seeds, fats and grains in your garden. And lo, you will be rewarded by an influx of pretty, chirping…
Did you know that snowdrops do not have petals? Instead, in an interesting reordering of letters, they have tepals. One of several snippets of pub-quiz information offered by Wikipedia's Galanthus page. The distinction is subtle, vital for botanists, unlikely to make a huge difference to gardening practicalities. It's gardening practicalities I'm searching the web for,…
Wake up to another spring day. Winter has been mild so far, barely a fleck of snow. I have found this surprising, and pleasing. This morning the sky changes colour rapidly: expressionless grey to yellow to blue to grey again. Sun shines through our kitchen window, and shines through the window of the spare room…
