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The worst salesperson in the world...
So why am I running a plant nursery?
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Happy birthday, Bluebell.
On luck, love, loss and laughter...
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It's all white now...
Note to self: 'And' is better than 'Or'.
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Fickle February....
The second week of February is marked in my mental gardening diary as the most fickle week of the year. Some years it brings the sharpest frost of the winter, forcing even the sturdiest of snowdrops into submission, nose down on the cold soil. In other years a gentle southerly
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Winds of change.
The world is turning before our very eyes...
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This is not a Christmas 'recipe' post.
Serving suggestion only...
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Taking my chances.
And so must my plants....
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Plant list for Malvern Show...
This is one of those rare brief-and-to-the-point blogposts, totally lacking in any attempt at fine language and evocative descriptions. Basically, it's a list of all the plants on the display and available for sale at our stand at RHS Malvern Show, 7th-10th May. We don't have
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Faith restored.
I don't suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, not clinically, anyway. But I can't deny the brightening effect that a spell of warm sunshine has on my mood. In early March I become a crashing weather bore, squinting at the sky, lamenting the glowering clouds and whingeing
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Sowing seeds in autumn - what, why and how...
In October my world is strewn with brown paper bags full of freshly collected seeds, rustling like oversized autumn leaves. The bags, with their turned over tops and black marker pen plant names are spilling over the potting shed benches, of course, but the sales shed has a pile on
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August, and everything after.
It's been a long summer of celebrations, reunions, and, for me, much reflection on events of the past thirty years or so. And as the summer slips away, this golden September has rekindled embers of earlier memories, of the long warm 'Indian Summers' of my childhood