Pushing our little one (LO) through the spring sunshine this morning, I couldn’t help but notice this large furry husk on the path in front of me.
The winter-bare branches of the wild damson trees along our boundary have burst into a froth of white blossom.
My Mum’s garden puts on a spectacular display in Autumn.
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Situated on top of a hill, with spectacular and far-reaching views of the countryside all around, we find it important to keep our boundaries as open as possible to welcome in those views, while still breaking the fierce south-westerlies that whip across us, and keeping curious cows from our crops and borders. Our situation means …
Autumn foliage and fruits, captured at Dyffryn Gardens, near Cardiff.
Every spring I am newly amazed at the wonder of the horse chestnut tree.
This week, a large, long cardboard box was delivered to the cottage. The box housed a hundred bare root hedging plants; a mix of 50 native hedging, and 50 rosa rubrifolia glauca – a shrub rose, with grey leaves and deep pink, scented single flowers.
The spread of phytophthora ramorum through our trees – and the resulting devastation – is not news; but today’s story really stopped me in my tracks. All those millions of trees; so close to home, trees that form a vital part of the landscape … gone. I hope that our dramatic counterattack nationwide is successful …