I spent my early years on the edge of Dartmoor’s wilderness: the high, desolate moor, in summer dressed with a trimming of golden coconut-scented gorse. A ruined castle was my playground, ice-cold streams my paddling pool. As a small child I ran through steep woodland where the ancient hollow trees housed -I felt quite sure
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