I am beginning to think that my role as a gardener is limited to trying to maintain some semblance of order within the garden. I now know how Hercules felt when standing in front of the Augean stables with a pitchfork and a wheelbarrow! This “summer” has been more contrary than usual, some plants have
Regular visitors to the croft garden know that I go AWOL from time to time. This is usually because I’m busy with other activities, which can range from being chained to the desk as a serious paperwork deadline approaches or being press-ganged to work on a building project to coaxing a reluctant muse to provide
