Spring is the best time for finding faith, for this is when we see the hibernating winter plants return to life right before our eyes, synthesizing cursive leaves from nothing but air, water and sunlight. If that doesn’t stir your soul, nothing will.
Wonderful light across the valley this evening.
Finally got around to editing my wife’s latest video.
Fruits of the garden: grapes, tomatoes, cucumbers, apples. Harvested just moments ago, to be gobbled down by a hungry family for breakfast. Here, more immense blessings to be grateful for.
Only a fool would decide to do gardening with a bad back. But I am a fool.
I haven’t done a garden post in a long time, primarily because I hardly ever seem to have time to do any gardening anymore. But as my beloved insisted I clean the pond filter and tackle another invasion of Box Tree Moth caterpillars again, I thought to myself, “Why not?”
Our Ealing allotment in 2002, St John’s Church on Mattock Lane in the background, and a rare glimpse of yours truly trying out my new fork.
What better way to celebrate my 45th birthday than with a spot of weeding? Living the high life.
As I continued my battle with the triffids in the garden this evening, this question occurred to me… do brambles have rampant long thorny branches to protect their fruit, or do they have fruit to protect their rampant thorny growth? In short, does the bramble come in peace, or is it an expansionist warrior, offering …
