“Orange Tip!” I bellowed mid-sentence, to the
consternation of the unsuspecting customer with whom I was
discussing plants.
Then we all chased the pretty butterfly, the first of the season,
round the garden to watch it graze over some apple-blossom and
alight on the...
Midwinter. In the garden, even the curly kale is
sulking. Chards forbear to shoot, even in the polytunnel. Even the
weeds I would happily eat are unavailable for comment. So what’s in
the freezer? In one of my past lives, I was probably
a squirrel. I start thinking about...
I am quite peeved about this mild winter. After all my
careful preparations around food-stashing, fuel-acquiring,
remedy-preparing and thermal underwear, the temperature seems
scarcely to have gone below zero. Snow came and went without
restricting activities, and even the latest tree to...
If you drive up or down the A9 just beyond the Dalguise
junction, you may notice some rather tall and fragile-looking
trees, in the field to the west, bearing copious blossom in spring.
These are veteran pear trees, probably grown in wild pear
rootstocks and towering above the average...