Compulsive Carrot Disorder

When other artists were painting landscapes, portraits and flowers, I was painting vegetables.  Big blowsy bunches of Beetroot and gentle bunches of Carrots with feathery fronds. The buyers at my exhibitions bought paintings of strings of garlic, onions and the like and for my private views I wore silver earrings in the shape of carrots. … Continue reading

Sewing the Garden…..

Swept up and cast aside by the sparkle of Christmas and washed away by months of rain I slither and slide down the slippery path of the New Year into my waterlogged garden. Seeing all my sad and sodden potted Primulas and Cowslips, I gather them up lovingly and head for the greenhouse. Surely these … Continue reading

My Open Garden Day…..

Gently rounded, honey-brown and dappled by the sun, but with a slightly fragile outer shell…. something has happened to me!  I have finally become just like a Burford Brown hen’s egg! This is no surprise because during the month before my garden open day, scrambled eggs was all I had time to cook and eat as … Continue reading

Flanders Poppies die where they fall….

Sturdy, stocky and weather hardened; Farmer Crocker gives me a wave as I pass his Farm gate. Plump and rosy hued heathers bloom where he stands and a thought crosses my mind- do we become to look like our plants in the way that we become to look like our animals? Farmers in my village whose … Continue reading

‘ Take a Chance on Me’…..

I am back in the garden, turning the soil, getting close to the silty, stony, heavy, wet scent of the water-logged soil after months of rain. And the sky clears and the warmth of the sun tries to ease my straining back as I try to turn ground which really would be better left alone. … Continue reading

My Gardening Guru….

Inspirational, solitary and inscrutably silent (apart from the occasional sigh or purr) my cat Otto is the perfect gardening companion. He oversees all yet questions nothing and his soothing presence amplifies and intensifies the comfort and pleasure of every gardening task I undertake. Equally at ease striking a perfect pose on the summerhouse roof, or … Continue reading

Big, Beautiful, Blowsy Brussels Sprouts….

A quiet February day in the Kitchen Garden gets supercharged with colour when I pick the ‘Red Ball’ Brussels Sprouts. Their vibrant, passionate shades from ‘Opera Rose’ to ‘Winsor Violet’ evoke warm Mediterranean days. Just soak up that life and intensity for a moment or two…..it feels so good.

Bleu de Solaise

Pulling the leeks in today’s gale I am soaked in minutes as water streams down my face and soaks my trousers with winter-cold rain. At first it feels as if I am being assaulted, then I get used to it and give myself up to the power of the storm. Out here, high on the … Continue reading