Though my faithful Nikon Coolpix has served me well, the difficulty of focussing on small subjects and the lack of aperture control has drawn me inevitably to a digital SLR. And what a joy it is. A pleasure to hold, responsive, compliant and inexhaustible, it surely delivers everything a girl could want. Enough of that - a few pics from this morning from the garden and Pennington Flash.
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