So that's that then. The end. Ten years after starting work at The Priory - almost to the day - I'm leaving. I've spent about a fifth of my life here: a sobering realisation as I hurtle through time with no brakes. If this summer has been too fiercely hot and dry for Sussex gardening, … Continue reading At Last, The Priory
Author: David Marsden
The Priory In June
I will be leaving Sussex and The Priory very soon. And if I'm excited about my future life in a different part of England, my lower lip trembles sometimes at the thought of leaving this garden; a garden in which I've spent hundreds and hundreds of my days. (By a rough calculation, more than 1500). … Continue reading The Priory In June
Wordless Wednesday: Wood Mouse
We're going to have one fat mouse.
Fritillaria Meleagris – The Snake’s Head Fritillary
A couple of weeks ago, after months of squelch, The Priory meadow was dry enough to support the weight of the Etesia ride-on mower ... as well as my added bulk sitting on top. Had I tried to use it before the ground was firm, the Etesia would have carved up the grass like a … Continue reading Fritillaria Meleagris – The Snake’s Head Fritillary
Anemone nemorosa
April brings wood anemones to The Priory and about time too. Of all the wildflowers that were already here when I arrived, the gradual increase of anemones over the past ten years has given the best reward. They have burgeoned in number using that simple - if obscure - technique of not strimming and mowing … Continue reading Anemone nemorosa
Reblogging: Lambing
Here's the second of an occasional reblogging series from my seven-year catalogue of posts. oooOOOooo It's not as if I need an excuse to go up to Margaret's farm for a natter and a cup of tea. She's my friend. But in spring, my visits might be a little more regular than usual and last … Continue reading Reblogging: Lambing
My Old Wheelbarrow
I am ridiculously fond of some inanimate objects. Too fond probably. Long association with a non-sentient - some may say soulless - thing can forge an intimate bond and I am sometimes stupidly upset by its loss. Affection for my childhood collection of Biggles books needs no explanation - obviously - but take The Priory's … Continue reading My Old Wheelbarrow
The Anxious Gardener 