The exceptional weather explains how little I blogged about gardening, in spite of a wild and unrequested desire to share everything that grows on my small plot - I was too busy outside, enjoying each day of sun as if it was to be the last. I can't say I remember such a sunny and … Continue reading Jane, Paul and the tadpoles
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 … Continue reading Garden miscellaneous (1)
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 : … Continue reading May it last !
Walking one morning on the Holcombe moors under a bright Spring sun. Distances are vanishing into a gleaming haze and on the banks bloom the first coltsfoot flowers. Up Moorbottom lane, the warm stones elicit sensations of Southern Alpine paths. Lancashire moors, Southern Alps, worlds apart ? Not to me. I walk, grateful for the … Continue reading Notes on skylarks, memory and happiness
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 … Continue reading O Spring where art thou ?
It is Holy Week. So many things have wanted to pour out of me this week, or come to words through me, and I haven't had the time, and I'm bursting at the seams. I am tempted to let some of them tumble down here in a most disorganised way. Perhaps, I should limit myself … Continue reading Peter
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 … Continue reading In the garden again !
And so my parents left Toulon, on the Mediterranean coast. They now live in a small prettyish town on the river Seine. Black alders grow on its banks, tall poplars heavily laden with gleaming mistletoe. There is a cold and beautiful medieval collegiate church which looks like Notre-Dame-de-Paris’ little sister. It is very far from … Continue reading Trying
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 … Continue reading Lullaby to a garden
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 … Continue reading First frost
I have been a bit busy in the garden, as recorded in my Gardening Diary page. Winter finally seems on its way, and I should be planting the last tulips, had I not run out of decent containers and compost. I have bought a few oxalis corms which also need to be planted. When I … Continue reading Of Winter, and November foliage
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 … Continue reading Releasing a maple
Will you, ere my demise Let me step inside you Brother oh my forest That on the purple paths love winds into your depths I might once again walk And marvel once again Still flowering your chest The vines of destinies Some glib life would confine to thin dreams But for your breath Nestled under … Continue reading Forest
It was my birthday lately. The previous night, I dreamt of swallows. They lived in a nest which happened to be hung inside, near a French window that my father left ajar. I looked after them. I had a house martin once, when I was seveteen (or was it eighteen ?). The link is relevant … Continue reading Of a swallow, a heron and a sycamore
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 … Continue reading Demain l’automne
They say you never know Why you love somebody But it is for that time Beyond your time when all Those arrows loosed blind from young hearts overbowed Meet unexpected gold And chime Hear ! the call is coming home Over night-rooted crests Waking deep sullen wastes (oh years for not much gone oh life … Continue reading Archery
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 … Continue reading Gardening Diary
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 … Continue reading Small is my garden
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 … Continue reading Vegetal Key (what gardening is)
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 … Continue reading Garden diary