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.
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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?
Priory Picture Post # 17
Erodium x kolbianum 'Natasha' is a favourite of mine - and a fine name to say out loud. I first came across it when working in an Alpine nursery and was hooked; pretty, veined flowers with two dark patches, raised on tall, delicate stems above a small mound of glaucous, finely cut foliage. Not a … Continue reading Priory Picture Post # 17
Snipping Amphibians …
... is, I imagine, an unpleasant experience and one I try to avoid. Common Toad - Nov 2011 The gardens at The Priory are watery. They contain two large ponds, lots of drainage ditches and are bordered on one side by a mighty, broad river. (Or a little brook - depending on how big you … Continue reading Snipping Amphibians …
The Watcher
Yesterday, I was working in the greenhouse and gradually became aware that I was being watched. I glanced out of the windows to see whether any of Margaret's sheep or cows were out there doing that chewy, starey thing. But no. No visiting workmen either; eyeballing me through the door, noses pressed up against … Continue reading The Watcher
Priory Picture Post # 16
Still got plenty of ... ... to collect. So have to spend a lot of time over at the ... ... trying to make more space. But whenever I do a local busy body ... ... turns up. Uninvited. Getting in the way, making a nuisance of himself. Turning the compost had exposed a wriggly … Continue reading Priory Picture Post # 16
Retired to the Greenhouse
Why do holidays speed past ... so ... darn ... fast? Is it a plot? Evil magic? A little time spent strolling about Bath, Stroud, Gloucester and Nailsworth and most of the week was gone. Three days gallivanting through the Forest of Dean and along the Wye Valley and it had been gobbled up altogether. … Continue reading Retired to the Greenhouse
The Anxious Gardener 