Catnip apples
I bought Daisy a soft toy apple stuffed with catnip. She went totally silly with it. This is my vision of how she experienced the garden.
I bought Daisy a soft toy apple stuffed with catnip. She went totally silly with it. This is my vision of how she experienced the garden.
Every November I try to write a novel. Sometimes I succeed. I am one of the millions of participants in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. All you have to do is write 50,000 words in a month. I say ‘all’. I’ve managed to complete a rough first draft four times now, and the other … More Apples through the post
Three warmish days in a row have seen me out in the garden, of course. There is so much to do. Most of it should have been done in the late autumn. I am not the best at ‘putting the garden to bed’; as the gardeners describe it. Although I like the idea of having … More Warm days and cold soil
Pomona is the Roman goddess of fruits, harvest and abundance. She kept herself hidden away in an orchard and did all the work there herself, refusing to have any men on the premises. One day a young man (or in some versions a god) called Vertumnus saw her and fell in love, but she wouldn’t … More Portraits of Pomona
Snow is forecast. At the moment, the sun is fighting thick grey clouds, and the wind has turned on its own edge. I am on the coast, by The Wash, and so I am more likely to get rain rather than snow, but you never know.So it’s time to run around the garden making sure … More Snow, moths and French orchards
And the sky is indeed very grey. I am trying to make the most of my daily walk and take a different route, instead of heading straight for the sea (well, alright, The Wash) and then back again as soon as the wind has frozen my face off. So today I visited a churchyard, where … More All the leaves are brown