Writing, photography and gardening highlights. Optimism in sustainability.
Continue reading “Judicious Neglect of My Veggie Garden”I’m practising judicious neglect in my garden this year – leaving the coriander to flower and go to seed instead of chopping it down after it’s culinary use by date; growing a head of broccoli amongst the tomatoes; allowing strawberry runners to escape their patch: in short mixing plantings up.
Continue reading “Garden Fun and Introspection”That calm was shattered by a million pieces of broken china. I’m nothing but predictable on trips away, and need the addition of excitement on the agenda.
Continue reading “Companion Planting With Mrs B”We’re an unusual duo who share the same garden to plate principles, though I have to ignore her appalling table manners. She pokes and picks away at her food, leaving debris everywhere and gets hopping mad if I interrupt her dining. I’m learning to keep this behaviour from ruffling my feathers while graciously cleaning up after her.
Continue reading “New Urban Edible Garden – review”It’s the ‘feel’ of my established garden that I dream about. I want her to nourish bodies with food; soothe souls with pretty and fill minds with wonder.
Continue reading “Street Photography – Plant Portraits”People are the focus of most of my photography – either candid portraits or on the street.
But my walks have been solitary so I’ve had to stalk a different kind of subject.
Continue reading “Garden Plans – Up Date”The site sketch for the garden is on the left. Tame, easy care … boring. My ideas and scribbles are on the right – no instant lawn and easy care planting for me.
Continue reading “Seeds of Change”This virus has turned the world upside down.
I’m hoping, in time, we’ll be able to blame it for some really positive sustainable and environmental changes.
Continue reading “Foraging for Compost”Growing a garden requires planning for a future by responding to the conditions of the present.
Continue reading “Gardening as Art”Viewing rice terraces in the northern mountains of Vietnam is like being in an enormous outdoor exhibition space.
Continue reading “Fiddlesticks and Fiddleheads”I imagine holding a fiddlehead in my hand – it’s light and fragile but weighty with comfort. At the moment we’ve been called to return to our homes, to seek safety within the fold but, in time, we will emerge into a new
beginningnormal.
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
