Category Archives: gardening

Glorious Garden May 2019

It’s been a perfect month for the garden. Maybe a little more rain but that would be rather churlish, all things considered. And as the month developed more and more colour began to burst forth And everyone enjoys the benefits, … Continue reading

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Life Lesson, Number… Whatever

My mother has been a constant influence in my life, even in death. She gifted me many things I didn’t appreciate at the time – how to eat peas in polite company; why you shouldn’t wear brown shoes with a … Continue reading

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I Have Worms!

Pam Lazos wrote recently, here, on the joys of compost which I can echo. It made me, once again, recognise a parental lesson I received from a young age. My parents, specifically my mother recycled, repurposed and upcycled well before … Continue reading

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March Garden

A Few images from the Garden this month; it has been rather splendid… And last year in March? As seeing as today is Mother’s Day in the UK, let me finish with a poem of my father’s. He wrote a … Continue reading

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I Want A Peace Of That #thoughtpiece

As I look out into my garden I see evidence of what exactly? Life? Renewal? Climate change? It’s winter here in the UK and everything should be shut down. The earth should be frost-solid, the greens limited to the muscular … Continue reading

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Garden Lore

Odd this. I was weeding the garden and this chap popped out of a geranium. He was a bit muddy, blinked a bit. ’Oh. Can you see me?’ ‘I can see a lizard. Are you…?’ ‘Lizard?’ ‘Not a lizard?’ ‘Pfft. … Continue reading

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Blake’s Progress #poem #poetry

In my mini series of poems based on famous first lines I’ve stolen a hymn from Willie Blake, a local resident in East Dulwich back when Peckham was cool and Prime Ministers has problems with Ireland… like now really only … Continue reading

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