A Sunday afternoon perfect for gardening – blue sky, fluffy white clouds, sunshine and a brisk north-easterly wind, sharp enough to cut you in half. A good enough reason for pottering in the shelter of the greenhouse. As soon as you open the door you are enveloped in the perfume of these lovely purple iris.
Un rayo de sol en un día nublado translate or Solas grèine air latha sgòthach It doesn’t matter how you say it, if it is followed by a sigh, it echoes the melancholy of Spring. Waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for the sun to appear and longing to get outside and garden. There
Five on Friday? Six on Saturday is popular, but would seven on Sunday be better? Now we are back at Miscellaneous Monday and it is really time that I up-dated the Croft Garden Diary. In mitigation I have finally finished adding all the entries from Volume I to the archive and now I have no
If you have ever wandered along the coastal cliffs of the north and west of the British Isles, you may have encountered one of the most delicate of our native spring flowers, the Spring Squill, Scilla verna. Nestling in the short turf or tucked into crevices, when abundant it can form a misty blue haze.
