Beautiful but slightly eerie mist greeted my arrival at work this morning. I normally have a handful of chores to carry out on arrival but this morning the first thing I did was to grab my camera. The reflections in the pond were screaming out for attention. Last year, after I had finished building the … Continue reading Misty Springy Warmy Sunshine
Compost, Compost and Yet More Compost
A great deal of my time at the Priory is spent gazing into the middle distance and humming, is spent dealing with the huge amount of grass clippings, leaves and general garden waste that the grounds produce. All of this precious resource had, during previous years, been dumped in one enormous heap. Rabbits burrowed and … Continue reading Compost, Compost and Yet More Compost
Greenhouse Pesky Pest Control
Venus Fly Trap (Dionaea muscipula) I have two venus flytraps in the Priory greenhouse. They are working plants (standard terms and conditions) and help to keep down the insect numbers (I don't use any pesticides). You can buy yellow, sticky sheets to hang up in greenhouses. Attracted by the bright yellow colour, flies etc investigate, … Continue reading Greenhouse Pesky Pest Control
A Day Indoors
Horrible weather yesterday. Constant drizzle and grey, grey, grey. Decided I may as well crack on with the renovation of the old garden bench. It is the only bench in the Priory garden and it has sat under an enormous oak tree out in the flower meadow for goodness knows how many years. Decades probably. … Continue reading A Day Indoors
A Wild And Windy Morning
On a grey and wet and blustery morning in February, I do wonder why on earth I decided to be a gardener. And why on earth I decided to be a gardener who works Saturdays. Today is a day for doing nothing other than going back to bed with a family size bag of revels … Continue reading A Wild And Windy Morning
Frost, Sunshine And Blood
Yesterday morning, I considered myself a lucky man. The Priory garden looked perfect; touched with a fine frost, under blue skies and a warming sun. Well no; it didn't actually. It never looks perfect. Not to my eye anyway. There are always leaves that need raking up, a clutch of weeds slyly emerging in a … Continue reading Frost, Sunshine And Blood
The Anxious Gardener 