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I can hardly bring myself to mention it but the solstice is behind us now, which means that the days will be getting shorter again.
For a treat, being midsummer and Fathers’ Day, I set off on the Saturday evening on my bike, with a plan to return the following day.
Patty’s Plum has now spread-eagled herself across the path like a binge-drinking party girl on a Saturday night.
Organic gardeners are often regarded as somewhat eccentric. The early pioneers were not people bound by convention.
High summer is when the meadows are at their very best – teeming with noise from countless insects and a riot of colour from myriad flowers.
It doesn’t seem possible that one could have a horticultural anxiety dream.
Thank goodness we have had some rain at last.
As a somewhat soggy summer is upon us the enthusiasm for walking has dimmed a bit.
Mowing the lawn on Saturday morning was just about as exciting as it could get thanks to the purchase of a new mower.
A Calcot wildlife photographer was one of the witnesses to the mass painted lady butterfly migration last week.