Creating a small London garden requires a sense of humour
We’ve been to the hospital three times since Christmas.
Upon reflection, it is a miracle the garden only caused one of those visits. The first two times were for my partner, who’d managed to be both ill and injured – in that order. The third time… well, I’ll get to that.
Continue reading “In which three heroes save our princess from gardening’s peaks and troughs”
I have a few things I need to get off my chest, so this post is as much confessional as it is a gardening blog.
Topics include poop (of course), disappointing my father, and my petty but deeply satisfying campaign of vengeance against Blue Van Man.
Grab yourself a cup of tea.
Continue reading “With ferns in my woodland and revenge in my heart”
Last Friday I dragged my partner around the Chelsea Flower Show. He said it was fine but he really only perked up when we found the food vans. The poor sod had to put up with me oohing and ahhing over plants for two hours first.
Continue reading “Picks of the bunch at Chelsea: small, shady garden plant ideas”