Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.

Gardening with the radio on is a Sunday treat. I have a solar powered, wind up radio and if it is sunny or at least relatively bright I can listen all the time without winding. (I am however indoors just now as a large cloud followed by a heavy downpour brought me inside.) Continue reading “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.”

Wet, wet, wet

I planned to garden but it is very wet out there, so have scanned the local paper for plants sales. There’s a good one on this morning fairly locally.

I’m creating a new bed this year as my ‘best bed’ is no longer visible from my kitchen window (the extension hides it from me) so I’m planning to plant in front of the yew hedge. Continue reading “Wet, wet, wet”

Green stuff

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”