ruminate vb. to chew (the cud)
I was sorting out backups of my too many digital photos yesterday and became side-tracked into looking through old photos of the garden. I was struck by how many pictures of plants I had and how few of the garden they were growing in. It was only when I started blogging, joining in with a…
I've done a fair few of these six on Saturday posts and it occurred to me to wonder whether I'd missed anything, so I took a stroll round the garden and noted a few things I thought I might never have included, then came back in and checked. I could do at least three weeks…
Last week's publicly aired contemplation has become this week's action. I need to be careful what I commit to. There's nothing more in the cross hairs just yet. (Almost audible sigh of relief from a couple of frequently maligned plants) The ground is now very wet which is becoming restricting; there are things I want…
1. Conifers. I was going to run with six conifers, on the grounds that a quick tot-up in my head led me to think I had just six in the garden. When I uploade the picures to the computer I quickly saw two more in front of one of the ones I'd snapped, so I…
Conifers have become a somewhat tricky subject to talk about. As indifferent to the zeitgeist as I like to see myself, even I know that they've been deeply unfashionable for at least the last twenty years. You probably have to go back to the 1960's to see the start of what now looks like a…
