I’m Andrew, gardener, blogger, and owner of a too-loud laugh. You can find me on social media using the buttons at the bottom or this page, or you can email me here.
Other than blogging, I’ve written for the The Garden, the members’ magazine for the Royal Horticultural Society, as well as the rather fabulous into-gardens, which you can read on the web or download to your iPad.
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I was delighted to hear that this blog had been shortlisted as a finalist for Blog of the Year at the 2016 Garden Media Guild Awards – which makes a hat-trick (one year in its present incarnation, the previous two under its former name, growgardencare.com).
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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.
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.