There has been little sign of life at the Priory recently; other than me that is (a surly and dishevelled figure, crouched beneath a dripping conifer and shaking a fist at the rain-laden clouds). And then the most extraordinary thing happened. The 'February Gold' daffs I planted in 2008 flowered. IN FEBRUARY! In the past … Continue reading A February Springtime
One day I will leave the Priory for ever. My fingers will be prised one-by-one from the greenhouse door frame and I will be dragged, yowling and shrieking, to a waiting white van. And on that day, I would like to think that one of my legacies to the gardens, will be the sheer number … Continue reading Not Quite Thirteen Ways Of Looking At Crocuses
A third wave of crocuses (Pickwick) are now showing off. A stouter plumper crocus this, befitting it's name Gosh. What's that? On that tree? Looks like a well made nestbox. Rustic and yet chic. The flurry of comments on my recent auricula post was such that I feel obliged to post another picture of this … Continue reading Freeloading Ne’er-do-wells
of crocuses (Snowbunting) coming in fast and low. And amazingly the bench ended up looking OK (if a bit new). It would have cost a lot of money in the shops. The oak will silver in time.
Blimey. A spot of sunshine, a few crocuses showing off (like this one) and suddenly it feels like the race is on and I'm still behind the bike shed having a smoke. Must get on. Or as Bernard Cribbens in 'The Railway Children' would have it, "Perks must be about it." Seeds to … Continue reading Perks Must Be About It.