Back on the 4th April, I gave a quick run down on my latest bit of trial planting of very low plants. I almost gave up on it in early spring, when it looked like being overrun with weeds, and I started to move taller stuff in. But a couple of friends stayed my hand, and insisted I stick to the plan. I’m glad they did, and that I had the good sense to listen to them. Continue reading
I’ve never found the space, or more correctly, the context, for small stuff in my garden.
I’d much prefer to be swallowed up in plants, than tiptoe over a carpet of them. Continue reading