Today we just lost an hour. You can think of this in one of two ways. Either you’re now late for something or you’re now one hour closer to spring when you can run outside and dig in the dirt and plant flowers and build something marvellous like a pergola. Ancient Romans first coined the…
To me the garden in winter is fraught with deliciously poetic angst. That all-encompassing deep freeze, wiping out colour, lushness, life, really, brutally exposes the bald truth about one’s gardening ambitions which then need to be wrestled with through many a dark and unfruitful day. But, with the freedom of not being able to do…
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a chat over the garden fence
There's always room for one more plant.
a little garden near Gawler
.....and nurturing my soul
Ministry of the fence 