Acer palmatum ‘Koto-no-ito’ (Golden Old Harp) was at its autumnal best today and caught my eye. At this time of the year especially it is necessary to capture the moment immediately for it may well be gone tomorrow or even later in the day; the light changes so quickly that the moment can vanish in … Continue reading Old Clothes!
We are enjoying a wonderful break in the weather today – yesterday was a day of persistent heavy rain; tomorrow will be a day of persistent heavy rain with strong winds while today is a day of persistent light rain, such a relief! Pfffffffff! Any thoughts of actually going outside and doing some gardening is … Continue reading November 1st Garden Walk
The day comes! We all wish the summer, even the autumn, show to continue in the garden as long as possible and we treasure those plants which bring colour to this late end of the year. However, as the weather becomes worse - and in Ireland this means wetter and wetter - the day comes … Continue reading The Day Comes!
I am the most unmusical of men but lyrics from years past come regularly into my head and are parroted, most likely in an inaccurate form, all day long. This dreadfully annoys my poor wife and would annoy our youngest son all the more were he at home for both are sticklers for accuracy in … Continue reading Falling in Love Again
So she said as we sat drinking our breakfast coffee while watching the morning news on television. At that hour of the day “limelight” was a word that left my poor not-so-fast-early-in-the-morning brain puzzled; it certainly wasn’t clear to me what Mary had in mind. She’s used to that vacant, lost look on my face … Continue reading Will You Look at the Limelight!
Meadows are in! Meadows are the latest garden must-have. We have looked with a little envy at the gardens created by the likes of Piet Oudolf and have been frustrated that such plantings do not do well in our wetter climate. His plantings look wonderful in the crisp, dry, frosty weather of the continent but … Continue reading The Meadows at Gortlecka Crossroads
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And … Continue reading The Hazel Wood