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relevance to my everyday gardening but I enjoy having them anyway. In this list I include old books like Gardening For Ladies which was published in 1851. It includes some wonderful stuff: for example in the chapter on Digging (Stirring the Soil

(this is Wales after all), play host to a string quartet on the day. There are also demonstrations of coppicing, charcoal burning and yurt building. This is a two-day opening, on 11-12 June.Many villages combine their gardens in order to make a proper

the job, I noted a couple of honeybees foraging for nectar. I liked the HESCO garden, the centre of which was a canal lock (complete with leaky canal bursting through), and consisted of three areas: a floral meadow, woodland and wetland.I was impressed

sunshine, skies of Carribean blue and a fading grandeur to the woodlands, I have been looking at individual trees around the place.We have a belt of trees that run up one side of our garden (around the septic tank if you're interested). They are basically

maple and has long been a stalwart of woodlands and hedges. This picture shows an unbearably ancient specimen, in a hedgerow. It has been laid more times than Xaviera Hollander over the decades; the trunk is extraordinary, both beautiful and slightly

At this time of year garden magazines and blogs are chock full of articles about snowdrops. Even Adam Pasco has written one and it takes a lot for our sainted editor to stir himself from his Caribbean hideaway at this time of year. However

at first look unappealing and unattractive, they are nevertheless home to 12–14 per cent of all our red data book and nationally scarce insect species; that’s more than you find in ancient woodlands or on chalk downs.The reason they are so important

that expired in 2004 (coincidentally the year that I had a garden there). The new festival is near St Albans and is on the site that, eventually, will play host to Butterfly World. The festival runs until September and features gardens built by such illustrious

Guerrilla gardening, the subject of a recent radio programme, is the act of gardening on public or private land without permission. Many guerrilla gardeners grow plants on neglected council land, traffic islands, graveyards, road verges and canal

white and clean and beautiful and the garden has no visible imperfections. On the other hand it can be jolly inconvenient and I think I'm just a little bit bored of being snowed in: I wonder how long until we get cabin fever and start hallucinating