When I mentioned last week that it was dull and grey and miserable outside what followed was several days of warmth, light and sunshine.
When I mentioned last week that it was dull and grey and miserable outside what followed was several days of warmth, light and sunshine.
So. I get back from my lovely hols expecting every plant, blade of grass and spike of chive to have shrivelled and died on
OK. So there it is. It’s that time of year. The time of self-sacrifice, altruism and empathy. We all have to do difficult things,
In the loosely rearranged and sparkling words of Irving Berlin, hopefully portrayed here in a manner designed not to breach anyone’s copyright, we’re experiencing
Ah July. When all the hard work you did months ago comes to fruition and your garden resembles the fruit and veg stall at
So Wimbledon is over now and Novak claimed the gold. Serena got her slam and many strawberries were sold The grass looked worn and
Yes I know. It’s a woeful pun and cynically designed to make you have a look at this so I can talk about weed
Ah. Easter, the most magical time of this egg-infested part of the year, when DIY stores flag up the latest ‘exclusive’ sale, all the
Easter, the first holiday of the year and a major opportunity for gardeners to start work in earnest. With the recent spates of rain
Sorry. When I get hold of that blundering twonk of a picture editor I will give him a piece of my mind! However. We’re