I have a dreadful problem

My hands have gone soft. My usually chipped and scratched nails are almost at the point that it is worth applying a lick of colour.  That deep ingrained dirt that works its way into the crevices of your hand beyond the reach of the scrubbing brush has worked its way back out. The subtle things that mark me as a gardener just by looking me … Continue reading I have a dreadful problem

This is the last day of the worst month of spring.

I should really remember it every year as a hard month, but my enthusiasm and sheer determination tends to make me forget that I have the same struggle every year.  September – the middle spring month is just yucky.  It is always stormy and windy and rainy and soggy and boggy and really hard work.  But the thing is – it is an uphill battle … Continue reading This is the last day of the worst month of spring.