When I left for a week in Lisbon in mid April, my Lewes garden was mostly daffodils and budding tulips and, of course, my much loved camellia. When I returned, there had been one of those great seasonal shifts…
My Lewes garden is now in its High Springtime with plenty more seasonal thrills on the way. I think this time of year should be like one long firework display with one visual surprise after another. My cherry tree, now…
Fritillaria meleagris, the snake’s head fritillary, is, most people claim, indigenous to the United Kingdom and was abundant in the days before we ploughed up most of our meadowland. I have always tried to grow them as, well, they’re wonderfully exotic for…
Writing yesterday about T.S. Eliot’s great poem The Waste Land and how it was, at least partly inspired by the English drought of 1921, I look out on my small Lewes garden and hope that it won’t too turn into…