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Good Friday to me means wild daffodils and bunches of primroses. As children in the village where I grew up, every year, on Good Friday, we were taken into the surrounding...

‘Made for each other’, the card says.  So here’s the photographic evidence. Ok – it was last year. Ok – it was repaired/refurbished with our own willow rather than ‘made’ by...

My daughter said to me yesterday ‘You’ve obviously been too busy gardening recently to write a blog’.  She’s right but it’s snowing today so I spent the morning sorting out my...

And the following day the weather entry in the garden diary reads: “Much brighter today.  Woke to a garden sprinkled in snow’ We’ll certainly be glad that the woodsheds are full...

Spring seems light year away.  November can be ‘dreek’. This roughly translates here in our garden, at an altitude of twelve hundred feet sheltered in a valley in the Black Mountains,...

“My favourite gardens have no borders”, says Sarah Price, starting off her recent article on ‘Wildflowers in gardens’ in Gardens Illustrated.  Sarah has visited our garden a couple of times and...

We opened our garden to visitors last week-end. On Saturday it was Monmouthshire Eco Open Doors.  We were one of a number of properties throughout Monmouthshire (although we are strictly speaking...

Yesterday we took a couple of hours off from gardening to go to the top of the hill behind our house to have a look and walk along the footpath repair...

After a couple of days washing and drying tablecloths, counting the money and tickets and reconciling one with the other (always a challenge we find), getting around to planting out the...

I was up early this morning – light streaming through the curtains and the cockerel crowing fit to burst – so I took a load of photos at about 8.30, some...