sharing small stories
A February birthday is not an occasion for picnics or garden parties, even if I have sometimes wished that it could be. It’s a time for cosying in with those I love, feeling grateful that Spring is just around the corner. This year, for only the second time in memory, it snowed on my birthday.
I have to confess that I’m very excited about the little butterfly garden that we planted last month in collaboration with B&Q. The flowers are still in bloom, and looking very lovely and, despite the fact that we apparently planted the wrong sort of dahlias for pollinators, (who knew that there was more than one sort
For someone who spends such a lot of my time Instagramming flowers, I really ought to be better at growing them! Our back garden is a bit of a jungle, and other than the roses that ramble over the side of the house, there’s little colour, and few plants for pollinators such as bees and
Sunday was a blue skied, softly breezy, spring scented gift of a day. After interminable months of damply grey winter, there was finally a touch of warmth in the air. We bundled into the car and off to the common with a football, to fill our lungs with freshness. The little one, hopping with excitement, requested