Midwinter Rituals

Midwinter Rituals I love winter. More than anyone I know, I love winter. I love it in a ‘why the hell do you want ‘WINTER SUN’?!’ kind of a way. In a deep-sigh-of-satisfaction-when-pulling-woolly-jumpers-out-of-drawers-in-october kind of way. In a ‘yeah baby I’m ready...

A Self Care MASTERPIECE!

This year has been hard, sad, glorious, weird. After my dear infuriating, delightful bright burning light of a Dad died in January, the world changed. I didn’t notice at first; that glorious cacoon of ‘denial’ kept me safe. I organised the funeral and gardened,...
Messy

Messy

I think Margery Fish and I may have hit a bump in the road. Because while Marge liked it wild and willful, I’m not sure she liked it MESSY. And there’s no denying it. I’m a bit messy. I was out walking yesterday with a friend and explaining why I love my car so much....

Inheritances

I’m afraid to say I have been imagining myself as Margery Fish. I’ve been showing people around my beautiful space, confidently arm waving and spouting Latin plant names with gay abandon whilst couples in gaiters kiss over a thermos of tea and a cheese sandwich down...

We (haven’t) made a garden yet

So here it is. My very first post. The title is gloriously stolen from one of my all time favourite books ever; ‘We Made A Garden’ by Margery Fish. This wonderful slice of acid, written in 1956 is a tale of how she and her husband Walter moved from London during the...