Category Archives: Garden

The Glastonbury flower

Our garden has an almost dead flower. I buy random packets of bulbs and failed to make a note of the name. Along with a companion (sadly cut down with a trimmer a month ago), it’s been part of our garden for a few years. 

In the absence of a formal name, it’s been known as the Glastonbury flower, because I’ve only ever seen some growing by Bella’s bridge. 

Named after Arabella Spencer-Churchill.

Gardening

I don’t think I’d quite realised how much the bush in front of the shed had grown. After some pruning, the shed is once more visible.

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Garden

I do so love our garden. It may not be he prettiest, but it’s sort of cute.

After meeting my second in command for an apres work beer in the Split Chimp, we went to Tesco to buy wine and nuts (good for blood pressure), then spent a little while in our little garden.

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I made stuff too, while my second in command was Facebook-ing.

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It may have actually have taken me 12 years or more, but what the hell. A piece of hawthorn I cut when I was 14 or 15. An offcut.

The pigeon, above, is an old friend. If I don’t leap about, he just wanders about.

Garden

A slightly blurry picture of our new front garden.

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It may be small, but it was a bugger to get into the car and transport 200 miles. Even worse was the effort needed to remove it from the car (otherwise known as Daisy).

Our front garden may appear small, but it can’t be lifted by a single person. Or even a married one.

Tree

When I moved here, there was a tree at the bottom of the garden, struggling to survive on the boundary between the garden and a neighbour’s. It was being slowly strangled by a mass of Russian vine (which, although removed years ago, still surfaces every now and again).

It’s now fully recovered though.

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