Midway through February and the rain has come my way, here in Lewes, UK. It might get a guy down, damp feet and water down the back of the neck, but, somehow, when the bulbs are stirring , I…
My crocuses (or croci, you Latin scholars) are blooming. I love them all but I have a particular fondness for the purple variety known as Remembrance. I bought these bulbs, or their ancestors, five gardens ago when I first had…
I was away from home most of last week because of a family crisis and, sorry readers, had to take leave from this blog too for a few days. I returned though to a warm welcome of blue and yellow…
In spite of the freezing temperatures over the last week, my Spring bulbs have grouped together in the spirit of Easter. Now that my garden feels like it’s getting going, I feel much better too.
Yesterday I left a rainy Paris and arrived in a rainy England but when I got home to Lewes, I had the pleasure of seeing my good neighbour, the prehistoric Brach Mound with its haircut completed. Now you can see…
I awoke this morning physically challenged after my first full evening (two and a half hours) of martial arts training (White Crane Kungfu – see White crane fighting arts in Links in the right hand column)) in over two years.…