The Schoolhouse Garden – The end of the beginning

Last weekend marked the end of a full year of this garden diary. From one winter to another. Fifty two consecutive weeks, three hundred and sixty five pictures and a random assortment of musings depending on whatever happened to come to mind when sitting in the garden. The idea started life when I was recovering…

Six On Saturday 08-02-20

It is the time of the year when you find yourself peering down at emerging buds and leaves with a mixture of hope and relief. There is the thrill of seeing tender plants starting into growth mixed with the slight trepidation of what February may still have in store for us. Perhaps this is another…

Six On Saturday 01-02-20

Now — now, as low I stooped, thought I, I will see what this snowdrop is; So shall I put much argument by, And solve a lifetime’s mysteries. A northern wind had frozen the grass; Its blades were hoar with crystal rime, Aglint like light-dissecting glass At beam of morning prime. From hidden bulb the…