In true English winter style, we've gone from 10C and 30mph winds to 1C and completely still. The barometer graph for the last two weeks looks like seafront fairy lights, dipping up and down every 48 hours.
A senior member of staff has resigned, my intestines hurt, it's cold and summer is a long way off. I've had better days.
On cushions, caterpillars, cats and fidgeting....
On the joy of not cutting back in autumn.
Several years ago I hosted a propagation workshop and we explored the topic of growing plants from seed. I talked about seeds waiting for the right moment to germinate, knowing that winter had passed, measuring the temperature or daylength, and sensing when they were at the right depth to break
Years ago at a National Garden Scheme event I got chatting to another garden owner about re-vamping tired borders. I explained that I was trying to carve out some pockets of space in an overcrowded bed, to add in some earlier colour. She shook her head slowly. ‘You won’t