I’m writing in a different place now I have a lap top, and Cyclo is working in the office this week. I’m in the dining room with a view of the back garden, rather than upstairs with a view of the front.
So I’m getting a different view of the world when I look up from tapping.
It’s another dull day here most of the day – when it wasn’t raining – but the afternoon of 1st November was a stunner. I ran out into the garden I took a few shots.
Do you remember this?
My garden is smallish and nothing special at all – but it is organic. Always has been, for 20 odd years.
I don’t worry about snails and slugs. They can get on and do what they do. I don’t grow hostas any more because the slugs loved them just too much and turned them into lace, which while pretty and unusual, wasn’t the point.
Bird are what I worry about; the extraordinary and disappointing change in the bird landscape of the average garden. Continue reading “Green stuff”
Boadicea's Chariot 