Here I show you a late season pleasure that emerges and flowers with no love and attention from me between cutting back the dead stems in Spring and keeping down some of the weeds before it blooms. I understand it is a Toad Lily. I think it deserves a prettier name!
While out and about on Saturday with my camera I found that the Autumn is arriving rather earlier than usual here in Oxfordshire, and looking around I have discovered this is due to the rather dry Spring we had here. The soil in my garden is still very dry and lots of growth has died back early, but there’s still a fair bit of colour.
Here, the cyclamen thrive under the cherry tree
Continue reading “Autumn colours”
Nope, this is my first fig from the fig tree variety Brown Turkey planted in a pot a couple of years ago.
Cutting through the flex that provides the power for the hedge trimmer is one sure way to slow down the process of hedge trimming… and that’s just what I did just before lunch yesterday. (Luckily for me I wasn’t harmed; the power came though a surge protected socket) Continue reading “At a snail’s pace….”
This chair has been with us for many years, providing a nice place to sit, and latterly growing pretty lichen – but earlier this year I was the final straw….
I have hunted and hunted for replacement slats, without success – and I know that getting someone in to make new ones would be more than the bench is worth as I have seen a replica on t’internet for £39.
So it seems the bench is another symbol of our throwaway society.
This afternoon after work I wandered around the garden.
Crocosmia: it may be Lucifer.
Opium poppies pop up in my garden, unbidden. There are not many… well not enough for anyone to make a crop of the seeds anyway, nor to extract anything else from them….but they are rather beautiful in their papery fragility and they come up in serendipitous positions, along with the unexpected self seeded fennel, Aquilegia and foxgloves. There are of course other less welcome self seeded plants… but judicious weeding could sort them out – one day.
Now I’m off to trim the hedge. I may be gone sometime.
A view of the foxgloves in the Botanic Gardens taken last weekend.
‘Sky blue pink, with yellow spots‘ was one of those saying Ma used to come out with, which tries to describe a fantasy colour…
what were your favourite ‘old sayings’ of your parents era?
Saw this on my way back from breakfast yesterday.
It’s a local Amish farm, quite a good selection of fresh stuff, sorry about the wheelie bin, I did not want to disturb it.
Continue reading “Local Produce Picture Quiz”
I was moved to paint my shed today, I know not why, idly surfing the net this morning I was overcome with an irresistible artistic urge to paint my smallest shed.
The smallest shed was acquired back at the end of last year when I was summarily evicted from the then exiting smallest shed (now the second smallest) together with my definitive collection of gasoline powered tools, THAT small shed has become a sort of shrine to the garden gods, odd potions, pots, bags of expensive dirt (sorry-potting soil) and chemicals mingling with the usual collection of hand tools, which inexplicably were allowed to remain.
Yes, that is a small refrigerator on the right, it holds that vital accompaniment to serious gardening , cold beer.
Continue reading “I Decided to Paint my Smallest Shed Today.”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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