Yesterday’s newspaper reported on a trend in Dublin, an area where it is very expensive to purchase one’s own house, of young people building log cabins and the likes in the gardens of their parents’ houses. For most young couples it is viewed as a stop-gap situation being cheaper than renting and allowing them some … Continue reading Domestic Overcrowing
I was lead astray, mislead, lead up the new garden path and totally befuddled at June Blake’s garden last week. June has a new entrance route to the garden now, veering to the right of the house, through the yard and left, past the fabulous new café which is absolutely beautifully laid out and furnished … Continue reading A Lady of Colour!
When we visit other gardens we sometimes find that perfect spot, that part of the garden that we would love to wrap up and bring home with us. It is the part of the garden to which we are always drawn when we visit and it feels as though we are returning to see an … Continue reading The Perfect Spot!
It’s gone well beyond a joke; well beyond being passing and enjoyable and well beyond being in any way tolerable. We’re not built for this weather; we’re by nature people of a softer climate with days of soft rain, soft cloud and occasional days of sunshine to break the monotony and dry the clothes. Our … Continue reading Frizzled and Frazzled
Huntingbrook, Jimi Blake’s garden in Co. Wicklow, has taken a leap forward this year with the redevelopment of a large area of the gardens. That area to the right as one walked into the garden, a quite high bank until this year, has been lowered, new soil added and the whole area replanted. Now, rather … Continue reading Huntingbrook
Garden centres became Lifestyle Centres and quickly moved to become Food Centres. Bloom became a food festival and garden club outings occasions for tea and scones. Thankfully, I have a healthy appetite and enjoy a sweet cake occasionally but I don’t like food to have dominant position in my gardening. I recently read an event … Continue reading The Inexorable Rise of the Lemon Drizzle Cake
I watched a little magic being performed, no sleight of hand, no razzle dazzle, no abracadabra, no mirrors nor deception but it was magic to me nonetheless. I watched a man, a master of his craft, throw a large clay pot. To him it was every-day and routine but to me it was magical, an … Continue reading Magic!