Mary, Mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow. This is one of my favourite nursery rhymes. I am not sure why, but thinking about it now, rhyming Mary and contrary has its charm. I don't have silver bells or cockle shells, or even pretty maids all in a row but the garden does grow. … Continue reading How does your garden grow?
I have decided after a month of sprummer it is already summer. The worst sort of start. A week of hot dry winds, the horizon smudged with the smoke of bush fires. The trees in my garden have dropped leaves and look bare and parched. My lettuce is shrinking instead of growing. I took this photo of the … Continue reading Not a drop of rain!