Gardening in a Gale
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:They call it easing the SpringNaming of Parts (1942), Henry Reed White-tailed Bumblebee After a night of heavy rain and blustery winds, the morning was calm with clear cold skies and veils of mist clinging to the distant hills. There is a whisphered promise of a fine… Continue reading Fumbling the flowers
Some of you know and some of you probably suspect that I lead a double life, which occasionally leads me astray from the virtuous path of gardening and writing about my garden. Sometimes the temptation to indulge in my other passion becomes overwhelming, sometimes I'm seduced by others, but often I require no encouragement. Living… Continue reading Hebridean Nature Notes
Stone carvings on the bridge parapet end stones, Tay Forest Park, Carie, Loch Rannoch.
Time and tide wait for no man, nor do the seasons. The oystercatchers "speed dating club" has been in action for weeks with noisy groups of birds gathering in the fields, voraciously probing for invertebrates and acting like hormone-fuelled teenagers. The skylarks are rather more refined and have been proclaiming their territories with glorious song-flights… Continue reading Spring imperative
The more eagle-eyed amongst the regular visitors to the Croft Garden blog may have noticed that I have changed the page format and style, and some of you may have though that this was long overdue. My sentiments entirely, and I spent most of last year not quite getting round to it, which also applies… Continue reading All Change
