The bigger share of my gratitude went to the gift of vetiver grass.
Gifts of grass
Klutz gardening
As fellow blogger janeishly commented, "Klutz gardening is just an indication of your subconscious knowing where stuff will grow. Honest." I don't have to take her word for it, because I already know this to be true. I have racked up numerous instances of klutz gardening over the years, although these have seldom been documented.... Continue Reading →
Little fallen onions
I find something appealing about marbles. The irrational but ever-present child in me wants them.
Strange trellises of the odd kind
The purpose of this post is to document how ungainly my vining solutions have been.
Syncopated green
Years ago in the backwater, where few of us were piano players but some had special dancing shoes (with genuine leather soles, for smooth, smooth moves), a live rendition of Green Door, first popularised by Jim Lowe and revived decades later by Shakin Stevens, was always an excuse to get up and dance with gay... Continue Reading →
Peering at onions
One of the reasons I get up every morning, as opposed to curling up in a ball and wishing I could disappear permanently into oblivion, is to walk around the garden and looking at the vegetables growing, and enthusiastically give any of the abundant snails flying lessons, normally into the next door plot, where there... Continue Reading →
Seeking
True seeking does not involve spelling.
Mere digger of soil
The beginnings of a strictly a no-dig, organic bed.
The tomato imperative
I spotted a faded deck chair with a metal frame that someone had left at the communal rubbish bin.
Fallen onions
Watering the spot of the fallen seeds has been an exercise in boredom.
That elusive pair of jeans 