Here we go again with my formerly-regular Just Three Things. In case you’re unfamiliar with this, I write regularly about my short early morning wander
Here we go again with my formerly-regular Just Three Things. In case you’re unfamiliar with this, I write regularly about my early morning wander down
30th November 2020. I am going off on a sporting tangent today, because my county Waterford, otherwise known as the Déise (ancient tribe of warriors
18th November 2020. Mid-afternoon blackbird,Sing, yet listen,Feeding more than one. I have been very influenced by Catherine Arcolio who writes beautifully at Leaf and Twig. Please
It’s about being alive. About noticing all the little things, because no one ever knows if it’s the last time they’ll see them. (Tamara Ireland Stone)
I thought it was wheat until my farm-raised wife upbraided me with a gentle “What would you know?”
First off, this is a bit of a cheat! I wandered the garden yesterday before breakfast. So really it’s Three on Monday to add to
Rozanne is of the Geranium clan, and I’ve loved her for many a year.
Most mornings I take a very short stroll down the garden while my boiled egg is boiling and my toast is toasting.
Approaching the mid-winter solstice, my time in the garden is limited by cold and dampness. The work is done, yet it’s rewarding just to walk
Winter may not be a time for active gardening, yet it’s a good time to observe. Rather than the full-on effect of summer abundance, it
