This post was something I had in mind to write last summer when my blog was in temporary hibernation, but as cold temperatures have given way to sunshine and warmth, and everything outside has sprouted leaves and is furiously blooming, I’ve found the sentiment to be just as true this year as last year, and…
Have some green today, because my brain is not up to producing any substance at this point.
The other day Hawkeye and I were in the garden. He was busy doing very important toddler things, which as far as I can tell involve moving around dirt and mulch from one spot to another. I was busy trying to ignore him as best as I safely could. His imagination is far better than…
Let’s talk about hedges today. They can be as fun as flowers! I love the look of tidy, lush hedges with sumptuous green and texture, but although the little organiser in me shudders at the mess, another part of me also likes to see hedges with contrasting colours.This hedge surprised me by suddenly blooming, which…
You might recall my sort-of-eulogy on Day #131 about the owner of the garden I pass on a daily basis on my way to and from my son’s creche. Since then I have posted a smattering of photographs documenting the giant daisies as they slowly come into bloom. Now, finally, the garden is in full…
Late last year the management company in our estate blocked off access to our communal garden with no warning by covering the stairs. A couple of weeks later, they belatedly got around to letting us know that an insurance inspection concluded that the stairs weren’t safe and needed to be immediately replaced. Sadly, “immediately” took…
The advantage of this unintended photo essay of the flora in the front gardens of Shelbourne Road (and, as I’ve realised, a stretch of Upper Grand Canal Street), is that in the process of paying close attention to the flowers that are blooming I have been able to appreciate them in different stages of blooming. Here’s an example of a…
This post is brought to you by the colour purple. It was also written about two weeks earlier, but I decided to withhold posting it until today, in honour of Terry Pratchett’s memory and The Glorious Revolution of the Twenty Fifth of May. How do they rise up? Featured photo courtesy of Agent J Written on…
The Feathered Rose 