About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
Garden looks stunning as does London from the common. Dog is looking great too 💜
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All scrubbing up well!
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Yes indeed
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I believe you could make money, by creating cards with these photos on them! Oh, yes, the ones with the flowers too!! ❤
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Flower porn, huh?!
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Such beautiful flowers! Those hedges are scary 😉
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They are the tops though – tweedledum and tweedledumber…
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Geoff! Just how many gardeners do you have? Spill the beans…Just beautiful. x
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There are three of us. Mrs LP who designs, decides and grows from seed; me who digs and weeds and does the heavy lifting and once a week the Lad (whose now 47 and is professionally trained and comes once a week to negotiate with L and tell me what needs doing both on his on days and off days).
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A bit of heaven for sure.
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Just a smidge
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Ugh – your yard puts our sorry sod to shame.
Tell me that it’s actually a well kept arboretum. . .
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Yes we do live in one of London’s royal parks… better?
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I’ve always suspected that dog was a national treasure so now it all makes sense.
😄 😁
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Over here everything is blooming in the most lavish manner. I hope I find the time to post some photos from my garden too.
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You’re too busy showing us how to holiday in Europe!
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I would not mind that kind of busyness… lol
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Stunning flowers – flox, irises, peonies, roses – and the colors! I am sure Dog thinks you created this heaven just for him!
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He enjoys bring his own brown tinting to the law edges…!
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Wow. Stunning.
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It’s coming on…
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Please tell me I am not the only person to see JFK on the petal above the left beard of the bearded iris in 3 of 50! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You are the only person with that level of imagination. Have you tried being an efit consultant? Or perhaps you could start your own religion?
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Could I borrow your garden for my initial convention? Is your pond large enough for full emersion of 50 souls at a time? Would Dog be interested in the position of minor deity? (Now there’s a story outline for you!)
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He’s fairly insistent on a major role as muse or possible spirit guide. The pond converts to a natural font every second quarter moon.
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I see a new book emerging!
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I need to plant the seeds in some mental manure first…
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There you go, showing off your lovely garden again… I’ll have you know that our dandelions are coming along quite nicely.
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Well done. My parents made something they called wine from dandelions but I think they meant whine, given the noise most drinkers made when sampled
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Gorgeous! I love the view from the bench. Today is flower planting day, always too much work and and great joy.
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It’s worth it of course!
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Yes!
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All credit to the carers! My own, dear Dad was a passionate gardener who specialized in roses. Can you imagine his face when told he had to dig a large hole in the lawn for an ‘air-raid shelter’ in WW11?! (We never used it as it flooded…) and felt safer under the indoor one…Hey ho. x.
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On of my early memories is playing in my grandmas garden with my brother and finding their Anderson shelter that had gotten covered in brambles. It became the best den ever.
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Dry shelters must have made super dens, Geoff! I recall sitting in one in my paternal grandma’s modest garden studying her set of encyclopaedias, (Her husband was a Free Mason if you please..) My other grandma lived but a mile away and was the happiest, loveliest gran, but was nearly as’ poor as a church mouse’. I learnt early on about the haves and have nots…Great memories.
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Were all grannies like that? My two had an odd relationship on that the one with nothing acted like she was just awaiting her inheritance and the one who was fairly comfortable lived on a shoestring.
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