Winter garden

A cold winter’s morning in Norwich and there’s a light crunching under foot as I walk across the lawn – or what passes for a lawn. I’m hoping the noise I can hear is frost. When I say ‘lawn’, it’s more like a carpet of rotting Sycamore leaves with an additional layer of those helicopter seed pods…

Frosty Post

The light in the garden at this time of year can take your breath away more forcefully than the frost in the air. By 10am the sun is high enough to illuminate the crystals of ice on the leaves and garden furniture. A blackbird turns over the crispy leaves under the fir trees looking for…

Hobbies

Mother always used to joke that my hobby was collecting hobbies. I’d have a new one every week. Usually my interest would be sparked by something on the TV or something someone else was doing and I liked the look of. I’d rush into it, wanting all the kit, then after a week or so…

Metamorphosis

There’s an almost moth in my shed. He looks like he’s about to emerge from his transformation; unfurl his wings and head towards the nearest light*. It’s a bit like Christmas, wondering what’s wrapped up inside. My guess is it’ll be socks. Because it’s always socks. I’m no expert but I’m going to stick my…

Spirited away

There’s dead spider in my spirit level. This raises a number of questions. How did it get in there How did it die Do spiders have spritis Will it effect the accuracy of the spirit level How do I get it out So let’s address these issues. Firstly I have no idea how it got…

Green fingers*

Technically I’ve been in the garden all day. I say technically because most of the morning was spent in a Garden Centre. But the rest of the day I’ve been in the actual garden doing actual gardening things. In no particular order I’ve: trimmed half the lawn, fix half the fence, potted up half the plants we…