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emerges next year. And now, in an unconcealed attempt to get comments on this blog, I'm appealing for garden-based Christmas cracker jokes. I only know one:Q. What is Sherlock Holmes's favourite plant in his Baker Street garden? A. It's a lemon tree my
I've been reminiscing. Putting together a slide show for some school children I came across a batch of photos I'd taken this time 17 years ago. Just before Christmas 1991, I was in Florida for brother-in-law's wedding. Ever seen Steel Magnolias? I
fish one out of a glass of red wine over the Christmas holiday.
Nearly back to normal now, after Christmas and New Year. Sunday saw us with 3-year-old scooting in Dulwich Park. Thankfully there was no wind, because it was blisteringly cold, and the ground was still covered in frost. So when I saw a small bird
hibernator.True winter will come, but not yet, and not quite as suddenly as portrayed by Hollywood or on faux-Victorian Christmas cards.
A catastrophic and fatal error closed down the laptop on Friday and left me unable to post a blog entry last week. This followed an equally frustrating Christmas ipod incident.So I'm venting my anger by working on something that does not have a plug
, it was a Leyland cypress, Cupressocyparis leylandii, a tree so almost totally sterile for wildlife that a plastic Christmas tree would probably house more biological diversity. Secondly, it was so close to a building that any previous advantage of shelter
Manx wrens which were hunted in their hundreds by troops of 'idle' men and boys on Christmas Day, when it was believed a wicked enchantress returned in feathered form, after evading a doughty knight by transforming and flying off through his fingers