finding connection between gardens and the wild.
Well hello! I’m back and i don’t really know where to start. I don’t want this to be a holiday snaps version of my life the last 5 months, but i do want to update you and reset now i have forward motion. From May (if you’ve read it and came back, thank you) when…
The merry month of May arrives, the land is covered with vibrant Bluebells, frothing white wild garlic, speckled with Wood Anemones, dead Nettles and Cellandines. The vibrant verdant of fresh new leaves glows in the sunlight. Its a magical time of year, with Beltane celebrated on May 1st , but this year i just sat…
March, a magical month, where life bursts forward and energy stirs. Everyday the dawn chorus gets more powerful, started by the mighty Blackbird and joined in a cacophony until all thats left is the lowly wood pigeon coo coing on the chimney. The month of the Spring equinox , despite a stinking sinus infection i…
Well hello! I’m back and i don’t really know where to start. I don’t want this to be a holiday snaps version of my life the last 5 months, but i do want to update you and reset now i have forward motion. From May (if you’ve read it and came back, thank you) when…
The merry month of May arrives, the land is covered with vibrant Bluebells, frothing white wild garlic, speckled with Wood Anemones, dead Nettles and Cellandines. The vibrant verdant of fresh new leaves glows in the sunlight. Its a magical time of year, with Beltane celebrated on May 1st , but this year i just sat…
March, a magical month, where life bursts forward and energy stirs. Everyday the dawn chorus gets more powerful, started by the mighty Blackbird and joined in a cacophony until all thats left is the lowly wood pigeon coo coing on the chimney. The month of the Spring equinox , despite a stinking sinus infection i…
Hold on my heavy heart, hold on…..through the days of darkness that never seem to change, a groundhog month of endless bleak rain and a sombre mood. I alternate between excitedly planning my vegetable garden, and staring pointlessly at the sodden garden through the rain streaked window. As i thumb through seed catalogues dreaming of…
Still on a high from the season of feasting and present giving, January did not disappoint. Morning sunrises casting long streams of magic through the trees. Bright and hopeful. Just a week later and we have snow, even though its just a dusting, that lifts and flies away from the shed roof with the lightest…
The storms have ceased, for now, we must rest. Though mild and misty instead of crisp and even, the dreary dampness seems to soften all the edges and bring silence to the garden and landscape beyond. A few clear nights afford us, gift us, with vivid sunrises. The fire glow embers lighting the farthest point…
And suddenly its a time for waking in the darkness, pulling on deep soft jumpers, layers and toasty thermal socks. Then, the patient wait for the light to lift beyond the far south eastern horizon, bringing slithers of pink and apricot hues through the trees, clinging to the last of their curling leaves…. Its mild…
Hi, I’m Sharon, a lifelong gardener, from walking the garden with my Dad as a child of 10 and asking for the name of every plant to becoming the Senior Gardener at an amazing walled garden and estate in Lincolnshire. The majority of my most vivid childhood memories are from the garden at my parents…
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What gardening with the seasons means to me……..
