A change of colour is good for the soul so why settle for the blue when you can have white – and this is the season to be white; not the white of the heavy snows causing havoc in central Europe at the moment but the white of snowdrops in the garden. The unusual weather … Continue reading Winter Whites.
The snowdrop year is approaching mid-season. The first snowdrops flowered here in early October and the common snowdrop, Galanthus nivalis, is in bud with quite a few showing colour and their flowering marks mid-season. I am a member of a number of online snowdrop groups, all on Facebook, where members post photographs of their presently-in-flower … Continue reading Buying New Names for the Garden
I believe that had life not provided me, regularly and repeatedly, with an eleventh hour much would have been left undone. Working close to a deadline seems to have always brought out a diligence in me which is absent at other times. I still fondly recall a college essay, on a book which I had … Continue reading At the 11th Hour!
We have been busy with other matters this past while, the weather has been unpleasant and we have been ill these last few days so there has been no time in the garden. Yesterday, on the brink of cabin fever, I went to the garden for a few hours. It was a very gentle few … Continue reading Getting Out for a While
On a recent visit to Mount Usher Gardens I received a most unexpected greeting from the lady in the Ticket Office, "Aren't you Paddy Tobin, the photographer?" I didn't know how to reply. Yes, she had my name and I do enjoy photography - as a pastime - but have never regarded myself as a … Continue reading So Usher-ly Kind!
It is rather odd, rather a contradiction for the gardener who usually devotes all efforts to promoting growth, nurturing good health and fostering the treasures of the garden that, at this time of year, s/he should rejoice in the death processes of those very same plants. Autumn is almost a second spring rather … Continue reading Enjoying Death!
The daily morning walk can become routine, dull even; almost a non- event and I often pass the little landmarks of our surrounding fields without a second glance. Thankfully, there are also occasional special mornings which make everything fresh and interesting again and the mundane is reinvigorated, snazzed up, sparkling and beautiful.