New Paths

One warm-ish day in February I decided that what we really needed was a gravel path between the driveway and…

Wandering Eye

I’ve been looking at houses online. It feels transgressive, a betrayal of my solid and unexciting little house. We’ve been…

Some things only come with time. A pergola hung with roses in June is one of them. And under this…

Maybe the best spot from which to view my garden is the upstairs bathroom window, while sitting on the pot.…

The fig has died, I am afraid. I don’t usually get too sentimental or even upset by the death of…

The peas are well up, the lilacs are blooming, and the bleeding hearts are dripping their flowers over drifts of…

The bat is back. I hope of course, that it is the bats, plural, that area back. It is the…

The daffodils are blooming, as are the camellias. The camellias are more brown than pink this year, due to the…