Sometimes I can get a little lonely working at the Priory and if I spot someone walking along the public footpath, I'll sprint after them, grab them by the wrist and make them chat. They almost always say one of two things to me, either: "Please go away and leave us alone. You're scaring my … Continue reading A Christmas Eve Ghost Story*
Month: Dec 2011
"Stood a Lowly Cattle Shed"
Once a week I drive up onto the ridge above the Priory to visit Margaret. In her large, warm kitchen we have a natter, exchanging gossip about the Priory and the village, and a cup of tea. Afterwards, I might have a nosey about the farmyard. Go and see her chickens and guinea fowl or, … Continue reading "Stood a Lowly Cattle Shed"
A Watery World
A few short weeks ago, I was bemoaning the lack of rain at the Priory and how very low the water levels were. (See "My Pond Leaks ..."). But not any more. Over the past couple of weeks, we've had some seriously heavy downpours here in East Sussex. The west pond (with it's leak) … Continue reading A Watery World
Red
Are you feeling a little glum? Depressed at the thought of weeks and weeks of grey drizzle and overcast sky? (If you're in the Northern hemisphere that is). Do Christmas songs on perpetual loop drive you to random acts of meanness toward strangers? Well ,what you need is a great, big slap of red. Technicolour … Continue reading Red
"Anxious Hog"
If you're not a blogger, you may not be aware that I can see quite a lot of information about you, the reader. I'm able to see where you are, what you read on the blog, how long you stay, your weight, girth and what you're wearing. (Some of these aren't strictly true). And if … Continue reading "Anxious Hog"
Priory Picture Post # 18
Life can seem a little too drab, a little too grey in December. So a plant (even in the greenhouse) that explodes into outrageous colour (and then hangs around for several days) is only too welcome. Thanks Pleiospilus nelii. You're a little star.
What’s for Lunch?
I'm finding work hard going at the moment. However many leaves I rake up there always seem to be more. I look up at the oaks, sigh, rub my back and realise that there are still so many more leaves to come. So many, many more. Oaks hang on to their leaves longer than most … Continue reading What’s for Lunch?
The Anxious Gardener 