I was staggered to read that the current interior trend is to stack your books with their spines to the wall.
Yep, so you can’t see the titles. Apparently, it creates a calming atmosphere and the sculptural qualities of the books comes to the fore. It also negates the worry (worry? what worry?) of how to group yo
New year resolutions are busy being broken all around the country. I’ve done a quick roundup of friends (that didn’t take long); family (I’ll be honest, they weren’t playing); and the internet (a constant friend and part of the family) and found that, as I expected, losing weight, getting fit, saving cash and generally being really nice to everyone are top of the resolution charts.
And so, in time honoured fashion, I will now publicly share my own resolutions. If any of you catch me breaking any of them you can shame me where you wish. I mean Facebook, Twitter and all that kind of stuff we do here. Equally, I will keep you
I happened to hear a little bit of Desert Island Discs on the radio the other day and the castaway was Kelsey Grammer. No, not a school in a Scottish borders town but the actor who played Frasier Crane in Cheers, Frasier and, of course, the voice of Stinky Pete in the film Toy Story 2. As ever, the programme was entertaining. Especially when Kelsey started talking about how he proposed to his wife. Or to be exact, where.
In his unmistakable tones, he divulged the fact he proposed to his then partner in their veg garden whilst naked.
Water, water everywhere… but none coming out of my hosepipe.
OK, you’re tucked up cosy by the log burner eating mince pies but there are already reports that we are going to struggle for water this summer. And that means hosepipe bans for gardeners. Of course, it does. After all, we are bad people. Aren't we?
I was musing this after driving past a golf course and sitting in a car wash (in my car). Just how many gallons of water are used to keep the greens green and the car wash washing? Well, let me tell you.
Cross my palm with silver and I will gaze into my crystals balls (oh stop it matron) and predict what will be happening in the future. Really, I will.
And that’s because gardening is based on looking ahead, planning and predicting the future.
All of this Mystic Phil stuff cropped up when I fitted a new thermostat to my greenhouse heater. I plugged it in and sat back. Then thought about it. I set the temperature for the heater to click into action at 2C. It’s all my plants need at the moment - a few spiky cacti that won’t take the frost and some s
Fake news is in the news again. Or is the news. Or isn’t. Oh, I don't know what to believe anymore. So-and-so is manipulating some other person's social media account; one country is being really naughty when it comes to hacking into other countries bits and bobs; and everyone is denying everything.
So, in the spirit of topicality and sticking to the maxim, ‘if you can’t beat them there’s a good chance the eggs have gone off, I can exclusively reveal my own list of gardening fake news stories.
Gardening is good for you. All that gree
I’ve found another survey to read. I do like a ‘on average’ type statistic, even though I know full well it probably isn’t backed by any scientific rigour or indeed, value. They are fun and somehow worm their way into becoming fact. Often quoted and usually referred to when supporting an argument.
According to this particular survey I was reading, on average a gardener in the UK spends six and a half hours a year raking leaves. That same average gardener spends just over two days watering, solidly, for a year. He or she only spends half a day maintaining t
Yep, my garden at the moment could be described as that classic Italian pizza, the quattro stagioni.
There are sections that represent each of the four seasons of the year. But obviously the patio isn’t fringed with a stuffed crust and no one sidles up to me, armed with a badly tuned guitar and a bucket of flaccid, imported flowers, suggesting a ‘rose for the lady’ or enquiring about my need for ‘black pepper?’ or ‘Parmesan?’ Well, not recently and definitely not whilst I’m turning the compost heap.
A little like the quattro stagioni pizza’s
Posted: October 25, 2017||
There comes a time in every gardener’s life when the spade comes out and a bit of digging is the order of the day. Even no-dig gardeners need a spade when constructing a pathway, or extending a current one. And I’m doing just that.
Usually whenever doing DIY or GIY, you find the previous owner has bodged the job and done things on the cheap. Not with my garden path. Tonnes, and I mean tonnes (or do I mean tons?) of concrete have been used to haunch in the rope edging. Getting them out has been tortuous. Armed with a spade, lump hammer, bolster and bucket, I set about removing a massive three feet of the stuff. An afternoon of blo
Like discarded chewing gum on a pavement, some plants are hard to get rid of. Whatever you do, however careful you are when cleaning up the dead blooms… they still seem to pop up the following year. Or month, or week, or - in the case of marigolds - the next day. And I’m learning a lot about them.
First of all, marigolds and in particular English marigolds ar