Fièvre du jardinier

La voisine est au téléphone. Elle insiste pour que son interlocuteur pense à s'enduire de crème solaire. "We wouldn't want premature ageing now, would we ?" ; rire. Je suis sur le banc au fond du jardin, à la fournaise. Les bras me brûlent, les mains, les genoux sous ma robe. Annoncé par un fourmillement…

Garden miscellaneous (2)

Une matinée bien employée pour une grenouille de ma sorte consiste à  : - Déposer les enfants à l'école. - Avaler en vitesse quelque chose et vérifier que les quinze livres sterling économisées sont toujours dans le portefeuille. - Se ruer en ville aussi vite que le permettent des talons un chouïa trop ambitieux pour…

Garden miscellaneous (1)

I've decided to stop pretending there is a theme to what I post about my garden, when all I want to do is to share pictures and let the joy spread. Hence the title. Today is, according to the weather forecast, the last day of sunshine. The mini-summer comes to an end, but, boy was…

May it last !

Few places are as beautiful as England when the sun shines as it does this week - it's that dazzling green. There are so many occasions of exaltation and gratitude that I feel dizzy. Walking accross the field to go to town, yesterday, I thought I would love to have a blog section called :…

O Spring where art thou ?

Now is the season when blackthorns turn into clouds. Upon meeting their blooming branches, I am never quite sure if it is them, or I, who take off for the sky. This old one, the top of which crowns the end of the path, between oak trunks, sings of Spring. Yet everything in my garden…

In the garden again !

Finally ! A sunny day ! The February big freeze was for me, who am lucky enough to live in a heated house, a welcome thing. I had not seen proper snow for what felt like an eternity, and my daughter had the joy of her first snowman. Being British, the schools closed for two…

Lullaby to a garden

  To my sleeping garden this weightless lullaby a quiet outlook from a frosty window As in grey winter light the blackbird is black and the grass is revealed with the rigour of morn As the sycamore gone still inhabits the sky and homeless the grey heron flies So my patience is wantless and serene…

First frost

  Mid-November On trees finally, their October gowns of liquid amber. Morning walk - blades and veins Seized by the meticulous hand of frost Lines from which Winter shall be drawn. Slowly Slumber befalls those plants which to Summer offer Largesse of smiles and flesh. I too Am awaiting the hour When darkness boils into…

Releasing a maple

On Saturday, the tree surgeon came and felled the heron's sycamore. He was a young man with hair as red as it comes and a very handsome smile. Did it make the fall easier ? My husband is still feeling hurt and guilty we had to bring it down.   Today, as night was creeping…

Demain l’automne

Random pictures, one feeling. Only-in-England (not really, but still. On the way to Harbledown). Clematis vitalba, Old Man's Beard, Traveller's Joy, Herbe aux gueux, Viorne des pauvres. My little garden at a transitional stage. Though it doesn't show yet, a lot of work has been done since coming back from Paris. The shed should have…

Gardening Diary

So as not to burden your WordPress Reader, I have created a little page called Gardening Diary (up there in the menu). In it, I intend to record menial garden-related tasks, or events which don't really deserve a blogpost. Why, may you ask, not keep such a diary to myself ? To that question I…

Small is my garden

Yesterday, I finally trimmed the lavender - my only bush produces just enough to make one dried bunch (don't laugh). I cherish it all the more ; after all, each flower stem was cut individually by me and arranged by my kids . Making lovely scented sachets is not for us, as it would be…

Vegetal Key (what gardening is)

I read today a wonderfully written post which, amongst other things, talked about its author's reading of nature. It stirred me. I would like to answer to her but 1) my little comment was again sent by WordPress to the bin ; 2) I have had no time to think properly. This somewhat clumsy article…

Garden diary

I can feel the sap thickening in my veins. I can't wait for Autumn to come, the bulbs to plant, etc. I feel dizzy. Of course, gardening helps me cope with worries. All I have at the moment is bad quality multipurpose compost. No potting compost, nor seed compost, nor grit, nor anything worth working…

Petites surprises

Avertissement. Sur les blogs de jardinage, on ne voit le plus souvent que de superbes plantes en fleur, des arbres majestueux, des spécimens rares, des pelouses manucurées. A Dieu ne plaise qu'une mauvaise herbe s'avise de paraître ! Aucune perfection de ce genre ne vous attend chez moi. J'aime trouver dans mon jardin des choses…

New plants from Canons Ashby

... and so I didn't lose any time. As I was up in rural Warwickshire celebrating my husband's uncle's golden anniversary, I was kindly taken by my mother-in-law to visit Canons Ashby, a beautiful National Trust house, which was home to the Dryden family. The church is, thanks to Henry VIII's unfulfilled matrimonial expectations, all…