
Dahlia Diaries – the fourth
It’s glorious down here this evening. The strong winds of the morning have died away and I am basking in … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the fourth
It’s glorious down here this evening. The strong winds of the morning have died away and I am basking in … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the fourth
It’s a gorgeous evening, warm with a delicious breeze washing over me, so I nip down to the allotment for … Continue reading Peony
This springtime of extremes has swung again and it is chilly this evening. I’m on my allotment out on the … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the third
I’m up early and the household is still asleep, so I nip out to the allotment. I owe somebody a … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the second
Spring is raging right now. The unusually late cold snap had put things on hold and the sudden explosion of … Continue reading The Sanctuary awakens
Oh, to be in England, Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the first
A few days back, before the mizzle set in, we were treated to a day or two of bluster and … Continue reading Behind the sky
The longest day, and it is hot. A dry baking hot, maybe 33 degrees, and the world is moving slowly. … Continue reading Solstice