A Visit from the Widow

Iris tuberosa Widow Iris

A couple of weeks ago, iris-type leaves emerged in the lean-to-garden and produced a bud. No plant label, which is not too unusual, but the Head Gardener had no recollection of planting iris tubers in this particular spot. Eventually the identity of the mystery plant as revealed as the flower opened. It is a plant… Continue reading A Visit from the Widow

A New Year, a New Adventure

Never apologize. Never explain. Just get the thing done, and let them howl - Agnes Macphail I confess that for the last 10 months my muse has been locked in the cupboard while I have been pre-occupied with other matters. I will not bore you with the details but you will discover what I have… Continue reading A New Year, a New Adventure

In a Vase on Monday – Irises

Alas my contributions to Cathy's meme are somewhat erratic and it looked as if I was set for another failure. Yesterday was wet and windy and today the mist rolled in enveloping everything in a thick white blanket. Somehow a bunch of chervil with a few insignificant white umbels was too feeble, but that was… Continue reading In a Vase on Monday – Irises

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,”

For the last three days Zyphrus has roared and the horses of Poisedon have reared over the reef as the tempest raged............ A full-blown North Atlantic gale is best described as a tempest stirred by the wrath of the gods. On the headland the storm force winds have a deep bass roar and as the… Continue reading “Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,”