Each month some of Britain’s top gardening experts answer reader questions in Gardener’s World Magazine. While their advice might be accurate, sound, and worth listening to, that’s not how I roll. Here are my answers instead.
Continue reading “Awkward Gardener’s Question & Answer Time – December 2019”The 7 triumphs and 6 frustrations of my summer garden
Forgive the tardiness, but the sun is out and I have been gardening like Vita Sackville West on crack. (Which is how she liked things, apparently.)
It has been a sometimes frustrating, sometimes triumphant, spring and early summer. Let me share what I’ve been up to.
Continue reading “The 7 triumphs and 6 frustrations of my summer garden”In which three heroes save our princess from gardening’s peaks and troughs
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”With ferns in my woodland and revenge in my heart
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”It is not allowed to mix cement on the highway
I am not, by nature, a lawbreaker. But circumstances have driven me to it.
And when I say circumstances, I really mean “admin”. But also, dickheads.
It has been a bizarre month around the old campfire, resulting in brushes with the neighbours, the local council and the law.
Let’s start at the beginning.
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Good fences and good neighbours
We don’t fuck around in East London. As will become abundantly clear in a minute. But first, I want to indulge in some poetry.
Ferns, felines and inordinate feculence
Sorry for the lack of posts. We have become parents and it is beyond exhausting.
This is not the top-dressing I had in mind
I can see my neighbour’s pussy out the window.
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I’m afraid there have been casualties
We’ve moved in. The renovations are complete, the moving boxes are gone and we’re finally living in the house.
All in all you’re just another fern in the wall
I’m deep in the research phase of this project. My armchair is surrounded by gardening books and magazines, and I’m voraciously consuming gardening-related television programs and podcasts.
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