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
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”
Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
Continue reading “Garden Progress”
When I’m feeling that it’s all too hard and the garden still looks scrappy, I get my photos out to remember how far we’ve come.
Continue reading “Finding the Wood through the Trees”
I’ve inherited my love of gardening from very distant relatives. Assuming I am a ‘rational animal’ that is – because I have my doubts!
Continue reading “Gardening and Community”
While busily sorting two areas of my garden today I apologised out loud to a beetle scurrying around my paintbrush. You see I had disturbed his entire composting community in order to access these fences for staining and he was at a loss for where to now call home.
Continue reading “Three Trees and a Rock”
At the top I perched on the large rock for a rest and was unexpectedly hit like a ton of bricks by a thought.
So extensive was the build and remedial work on our site after the earthquakes, that not a single plant remained. It’s been
hard workgreat to start with a blank canvas but also means we are currently devoid of height in our garden. Here’s what I’ve had to consider in choosing suitable trees for our site.
Continue reading “Garden Vignettes”
When water trickles away instead of reaching the plants; and the pea straw slips down the slope and the cross-wind snaps yet another flower stalk ….