Jobs in the garden in April

Looking out of the window my reverie is interrupted by splatters of rain hitting the glass. It's not unexpected, and I’m relieved, because it's not snow or sleet or hail its just an April shower. I was looking at the garden and marvelling at how much it has changed...

A beech for the birds

It's raining outside, softly, gently and I’m entranced by our garden. Droplets of water have settled in a line beneath the pergola; shining like crazy diamonds they are defying gravity and refusing to fall. They are mesmerising in their stillness. The bare...