The Impulsive Gardener

As we finally start to snaffle the first of the ripening strawberries, it's worth having a think about what else you can experience while picking them. What could possibly be nicer than ruffling through your plants with these lovely dianthus waving rich and heady clouds of perfume as you pick?                  As we finally start to snaffle the first of the ripening strawberries,...

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It's muggy out.  Today the greenhouse, which for so long has been a place of refuge and shelter, has at last begun to become unbearable to work in in anything more than flip-flops and a vest-top.  There are a million tiny spiders everywhere. Strung like tiny tawny pearls, usually in the most inconvient places. Mouth height across the doorway.  Judging by the numbers...

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Ahh. Spring has sprung. Not only is the sun shining more often and the temperatures gently ambling ever closer to bared-midriff (fishbelly) level but we're a whole three weeks early. There exists an old French saying, pertaining to sowing times and soil temperatures and bare bottoms being the instrument used to judge, but an elbow will suffice. With the balmy April weather we've...

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Meet Gerald. Gerald is a spelt/kamut/strong white and water mush mutt and has been sat burbling away on his special shelf in the kitchen for almost four months now. He's pretty low maintenance; every three days or so (depending on the carb cravings) I scoop out a bit to make bread and in exchange he gets fed and plopped back on his shelf...

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