A Year in The Life…

I have been away for a while. Lost for words in the year of Covid-19. I really do not know what to say that hasn’t already been said.

Seeds…

The ground is still frozen solid. Chilly Arctic winds have whipped  the plastic covers off my garden cold-frames, where my overwintering greens are (were, since about three weeks ago) still providing colour, flavour and nourishment to our meals. I have temporarily placed the covers on the ground, laying them over the frozen Swiss chard and the baby lettuces like a quilt, weighted down with a variety of boards and bean poles.

Farewell to Fine Friends…

Last  you heard,  I was rabbiting on about the new outhouse in the back garden. There has been a long silence since that episode, but I did not fall down the hole! As a good friend pointed out recently, there has been a dark cloud hanging overhead this year. This might explain why I have been feeling a little under par, a little short on creative energy, why I have not written for so long.

The Flowers of Winter…

Spring seemed to be just around the corner. I could feel it in the air.

Twenty Seventeen…

Another year has come and gone; another year in the lives of a couple of west coast island dwellers…