Gardens, weeds & words. An odd name for a blog. But really, that’s just what it’s all about. I spend a good part of each day messing about with, staring at, or thinking about all three, so naming the blog after them seemed like an entirely sensible thing to do. At least you know what you’re in for.
Now you’re here, I’d love you to look about – have a read, and let me know what you think. It’s great if you feel moved to share a post, but I’ll be delighted if you leave me a comment. I always write back, unless you’re clearly a robot or an inveterate spammer.
In time there’ll be a resources section too, with downloadable goodies to help you in your garden. For now, I’m concentrating on making sure the wheels don’t fall off this swanky new website.
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Have you ever loved something with great intensity, whilst all the while wishing you could change just one thing about it? Of course you have. That’s how I am with Autumn. I have a strong emotional connection to this time of year, from the earliest signs of its approach with those first morning mists at the end of August, which send a shudder of relief through my whole frame. But barely at the mid point of September, and it’s already dark before eight, getting earlier each day. I could do without that.
This could so easily have been one of those coffee table books to be flicked through absent mindedly, gazing at gorgeous photography while skimming over the text. But it’s much more than that. Secret Gardens of East Anglia – a private tour of 22 gardens is published by Frances Lincoln on 7 September 2017, priced £20.
To The Walled Nursery in Hawkhurst on a baking Sunday afternoon. Someone forgot to send the weather the memo that this is England, and it’s supposed to be chucking it down every August bank holiday weekend. People caught up with, and plants bought.
My hedgecutter of choice is petrol powered – efficient and reliable, but also a cumbersome gas guzzler. Over the last few weeks, instead of this tried and trusted machine, I threw myself in at the deep end and took a battery powered alternative. Read on to discover how I got on.
A week's getaway in a tiny cottage on the very doorstep of my favourite garden. Could hardly be better!
Rain stops play. Caught in a pincer movement between an unusually gloomy, wet summer and waterproofs that aren't. Highly annoying.
The year is flying. We’re already weeks past midsummer, the days are beginning to draw in and early morning mists have arrived. June whisked by so fleetingly, Hampton Court was upon me before I knew it and I didn’t have time for a review of that month, so I hope you’ll excuse a double shot in this post. And before you ask, no, my yoga practice is still non-existent. Though I have been leant a kettlebell, which so far I have carried from the car to the front room. That should do it.
A quick dash up to London for the opening of Petersham Nurseries' outpost in Covent Garden.
There’s a lot of ground and a lot of gardens to cover at Hampton Court, and usually a fair bit of weather of one kind or another with which to contend. Thankfully, respite is available among the many displays of perfect plants in the Floral Marquee, although for a plant nut such as myself, this will always be the true heart of the show. In the second of two blog posts, I’m sharing some of my highlights from the nurseries who make the RHS shows possible.
It’s RHS Hampton Court Flower Show this week. And also Wimbledon, which means it’s bound to alternately bake us to a crisp, and soak us to the skin. I spent Sunday helping Fibrex Nurseries setting up their show-stopping display of pelargoniums, and on Monday I had the opportunity to take in the show gardens. Here is the first of two blog posts with my highlights from this year’s show.