Snow

For the first time since the Beast of the East, we have snow in Canterbury. Instead of the jewel colours of iris reticulata, we have this: Night glows with the blue Arctic winter daylight. How I wish my camera could capture it. Day dazzles and speaks of far-away mountain peaks one could see, faint in…

First gardening day (hello newt)

At last, I have stepped into the garden. The new (temporary) teaching job I started in November, in a public school's international French section, as well as the storms unleashed upon us, kept me from coming out and greeting the first signs of the growing season. As soon as February appeared, I could feel the…

About a little garden’s destiny

It feels good starting to work again in the garden. Some hard pruning, some repotting, some cleaning (and some slug pellets scattering, alas). And the hot questions which keep me awake in the early hours... Will the blue hydrangea stay blue this year ? Will the snake-head fritillaries survive the imposition of a gorgeous Candy…