Heartwood

Regular readers of this blog will know I an passionate about trees; from the gnarly old apple on the communal green outside my cottage flat, to the larches that bear tiny cones in winter, and the purple tinted alders that mark the river's bank. Britain's native trees include 32 different species, but each has its …

The Summer Garden

Well, it seems like summer has returned! July so far has been a little dull, with localised thunderous downpours the only exciting weather; there's been little in the way of hot sunshine in our corner of the county, until this weekend. From an average temperature the past few weeks of just 16*c, today Sussex is …

The Last Onion

The wind gusts past the front window, seeming to shiver its cold breath through the fabric of the building to chill my toes, and freeze my fingers as they hover hesitantly over the keyboard. Its been a while since I published a fresh blog post, a while since I've written at all. The spring seems …

Lady’s Nightcap and Witches’ Thimbles

If asked to name a flower that captures the fleeting spring spirit of April, it would be the Bluebell I would think of first. Many people would be able to instantly recognise a bluebell, with its distinctive stem of bell-shaped drooping flowers, creating swathes of colour in spring woodlands. The flower has been known however, …

Sunshine, Swallows and Cathedral Peregrines

Rarely is the sky this blue; a perfect canvas for the circling buzzards that soar up-lit and up-lift. They stack, three to a thermal, in place of the planes whose absence allows the sky this clearing blue breath. Perfect canvas also for the half dozen brimstone butterflies indulged in delicate combat about the goat willow …

Little Joys of Home

Whittaker's Cottages from Ashtead, Surrey - Weald and Downland Living Museum Home. What a place huh? For something that means such different things to different people, a concept loaded with connotations, the idea of 'The Perfect Home' is equally alluring and pressurising. I will admit to indulging a little too often in that guilty pleasure …

March

Each of the threshold months, those that fall on the cusp of seasonal shifts, can be tempestuous, but I think March is the most mercurial of them all; rarely kind, often barbed, but underneath is a tide of growth and burgeoning life that is gathering pace. Across the country, signs of spring start appearing earliest …

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