This weekend I have been ticking off a major ‘bucket list’ activity – I have been building a hedgehog house and bug hotel on the allotment in an unused and unproductive corner. Hopefully lots of critters of all kinds will take up residence and repay us with plenty of pest-predation and plant-pollination duties! But what… Continue reading Rooms for rent on the Cutty Garden Allotment!
Are you heading out tonight to a hallowe’en party or roaming the streets in search of tricks or treats? Perhaps you have donned a hastily thrown together outfit (any bin-bag and masking tape skeletons out there?) or blown the budget on a head-to-toe sexy devil costume complete with tail? Maybe your only contribution this year is… Continue reading The Heart of Hallowe’en
Allotment archaeology We frequently find echoes of past gardeners whilst digging our allotment plot. Perhaps most intriguing are these pieces of clay pipe we often collect from the soil, which offer a direct link to the people who tended the land before us. We also find various pieces of china and pottery probably from a much… Continue reading Digging the past
I find it interesting to note that to the untrained eye the word solace although derived from Latin, sōlātium – comfort (or sōlārī to console), appears to contain the same root as the term for sun or solar (from Latin sōlāris, from sōl the sun). Perhaps it is just the perspective of my current experience of longing for brighter days that makes me connect the letters ‘sola’… Continue reading Flock of Solace
As we near the end of October I am checking this Hawthorn scrub almost daily. So far only the local blackbirds have gathered to guard the fruit hoard. Some branches are already stripped, others hang heavy, the harvest line gradually retreating up the bushes. No sign yet of the redwings. For weeks a buffer of… Continue reading Waiting for Redwings
Monday afternoon had everybody talking. It was that same old topic that British folk are famously obsessed with – the weather. When it comes to weather, the ability of our island’s maritime climate to bring four seasons in one day means we tend to think nothing can surprise us. I’m not sure where I first… Continue reading SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: The Day The Sky Turned Autumn
6am. The morning has yet to break, the sky still darkened and unrevealing. A robin has just set up a brave solo from the half-leafed wayfarer tree beyond the bedroom window. Once daylight pulls apart the lingering night the morning will be chilly, and a damp film will cling to any exposed surface. By mid… Continue reading SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: Autumn is ageing