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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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.
Once again, I’m supremely pleased to introduce a guest post to the blog, this time from Lou Nicholls, a professional gardener for whose horticultiral knowledge I have a great respect (she’s also a tireless administrator on several gardening related online forums, a passionate advocate for horlticulture, and a source of encouragement and support for her peers). Here she writes of her experience of working in gardens open to the public – and it’s an eye-opening read!
You can be a long way into a game before you even realise that’s where you are. Who defines the field of play, the value of each piece, the manner in which one element should engage with the others? You might wonder what the Cinderella syndrome could possibly have to do with gardening, but consider how we designate certain plants as weeds, and all should become clear.
May brought us sunshine and rain, burgeoning borders, a late frost and, of course, the RHS Chelsea Flower Show. It’s the month of the gardening calendar when everything goes a bit bonkers – in a wonderful, exuberant way. Always quite nice to reach the end with your sanity intact, and your body parts functioning, though by the final week I was being reminded of the need of a good stretch, and that its about time I really ought to be getting some serious yoga practice in.
Everyone who goes to Chelsea comes away with something slightly different, according to their own circumstances and where they are in their gardening journey. Here are my highlights from the 2017 show gardens.
A Chelsea experience greatly diminished in terms of the number of sponsors and gardens, but the RHS are still managing to put on a top drawer horticultural event worthy of its heritage. Knowing how quickly this year’s tickets sold out, many visitors might even welcome the increased space to sit, relax and mull over what they’ve seen. Here are some of my first impressions of the show.
I’d not intended to write a blog post on my visit to the gardens of Penshurst Place a couple of weekends ago. It’s scarcely a ten minute drive from my front door, and I’d popped out to take some photographs for Instagram. The thing is, I feel I’ve about exhausted everybody’s patience on that particular platform with images from the visit and so it seems they were destined for the blog all along.
The sky threatens a downpour. Another four weeks of dry weather, and once more, just as the calendar flips over to the new month, the longed-for rain arrives – this time, to dampen the May Day festivities. But before we get to the glory and abundance of May, I’m taking a few moments to review April. Pour yourself a cup of tea and join me.
For a gardener, I live in an enviable location. 45 minutes by car to each of Great Dixter, Sissinghurst, Wisley, and a little further round the M25 to Kew. Four world class gardens in easy reach – and how often do I find myself at any of them? Not often enough. This week, I resolved to go at least some way to rectify the situation.