Tuesday, 3 May 2022


 We've had a solid day of rain. No complaints, it was much needed. Now the water butts are full, the pond looking far more respectable and everywhere is green, green, green - and growing!

Friday, 22 April 2022

Spring flowers

 The boggy end of our small pond is full of damp moss. The birds love it! They come and pull  away strands of growth, I think it is being used for nest building.

There are primroses everywhere, but much of the yellow of early spring is now fading and red, pink and blue colours are coming into flower. I bought an assortment of one hundred tulip bulbs last autumn and put them in pots covered with chicken wire to keep those pesky squirrels from eating the lot. It has worked!


The camellias are still hanging on and the tree peonies are braving the bitter winds.

Tree peonies are very special to me as they were one of my father's favourite flowers.  His garden was protected by a high wall so his plants grew into large bushes whereas mine tend to get cut back by the wind and never achieve any size. I shall have to think of relocating them to somewhere more sheltered.

Can you see the bee enjoying the pollen? We've set out the garden furniture. Ever hopeful!

Friday, 15 April 2022


A misty morning with a heavy dew. But, oh, its been a wonderful day. We sat out in deckchairs in the sun!


Friday, 8 April 2022


 Two of my favourite flower species come into bloom at this time of year. If the weather is kind I get a wonderful display of camellias. However, the weather has NOT been kind at all, very strong, biting winds and heavy gusts of hailstones that hammer against the windows. The petals of the camellias are frosted and many heavy heads have been snapped off. I've picked a few of the survivors to enjoy in the house.


No such trouble with the auriculas, they are tucked up in the greenhouse. All that I have to worry about with them are those pesky vine weevil grubs!






 There is stiff competition for space in the greenhouse as I've got trays of peas, beans  and squash waiting to be planted outside.


Plenty of blossom on the plum and pear trees. Mmm, gardeners are always looking forward!

Thursday, 31 March 2022

British Summer Time. Brrr


We've had some beautiful weather lately. Unfortunately I missed it, succumbing, after two years of being VERY careful, to Covid. Horrid. No fun for a gardener to be stuck in bed when the sun is shining! Now I'm on the mend and the temperature outside is positively arctic, it's not even comfortable to be pottering in the greenhouse. I've just been in there to take a look at my emerging seedlings Something is eating the  corn shoots. Curses.

It's crammed with stuff in the greenhouse. I'm waiting for the auriculas to flower and have potted on a good number of plants from the delphinium seed that I sowed last autumn. No space to do anything else until I'm able to put some things outside. I've got trays of beans, peas and mangetout all waiting for warmer weather.

The garden is full of colour now.

I've brought some of the wind blown daffodils into the house.





Tuesday, 8 March 2022

Sunday stroll

 Although the temperature was 3 degrees and there was a fierce wind, the promise of some sunshine on Sunday was enough to tempt us out for a walk on the beach.  Lots of other people had the same idea.

The sand was blowing and we bowled along happily with the wind behind us.

The noise of the surf was loud. I was glad to be well wrapped up.

We were walking on the Sandbanks stretch of Bournemouth where  it is interesting to gaup at the ostentatious houses overlooking the sea, built for millionaires. (Some Russians, maybe? Their places might be up for sale soon!) In between the big, showy structures just a few of the old houses, like this one, remain. They are far more appealing to me. I hope that they will never be pulled down and replaced by another monstrosity. The old houses are a reminder of how Bournemouth used to be.

It was lovely to feel the sun on our faces. I feel very starved of sunshine at this time of year .

The family were about to turn around and head back into the wind.

Just a bit longer to soak up the sun, said Himself.

Tuesday, 1 March 2022

Half trerm

 Half term was cold. We took the bike to the beach where it is usually possible to ride unhindered for miles. But the storms had tossed the sand up onto the road making progress impossible. 

 A hole in the sand provided alternative interest for quite a while. But I, for one, was pleased to get back to the warmth of the kitchen for  some painting, cutting out, sticking, rolling and baking. Phew! 

The newly bought  dinosaur biscuit cutters were a great success.

Sunday, 27 February 2022

Fair weather?

 The storms have gone and, although there is a bitter wind, the sun shines and spring is promised. Only two trees came down in the village as the various storms raged, along with a great deal of brash - good kindling for everyone! The snowdrops are up, seemingly impervious to anything that the weather brings. 

 I picked my first camellia flower of the season, 'Lavinia Maggee' and wandered round the garden to see what other blossom I could find.

The small pear tree is covered in moss, a sure indication of how much rain we have received this winter.
I've looked out my seed packets ready to swing into action. It's a promising time of year.