Oh my goodness life is getting difficult for the humble blog…. it may be the moment to step up behind it and, with one swift blow, put an end to its misery. However, this is not a myxy rabbit but a body of writing of which I am both fond and proud. I have been doing it since about 2006 – albeit less frequently in recent years. It has followed me across the globe on visits to Russia, China and North America. We have been to France, Denmark and other European destinations and it seems a bit mean to just chuck it on the dung heap of destiny.
Perhaps it should just sit here and, every so often, I will chip in. Today is the perfect day as I am in the office and I should be doing something very dull but also very important. This bit of blogging is neither of those things and therefore a much more attractive proposition for a sunny early spring afternoon.
It is also a good place to drop a quick word about Scribehound Gardening which is where my blogging efforts have been redeployed. Thirty excellent writers, one column dropping every day into your inbox – it is a very clever idea which works seamlessly and has kicked up some great articles. There is no editor which is exciting so we are all writing about stuff which no conventional garden magazine will find space to publish. For example, I have written about string, the moving (in 1880) of an enormous yew tree, how hideous is Forsythia, Gardening ailments (common and uncommon) and what a thoroughly bad idea are green walls. Others have talked about bulbs, tender street trees, Capability Brown, Christmas decorations, design, Crocus, lawns, Proust, hedgehogs, water, wassailing and the contents of Alan Titchmarsh’s library.
It is a great community and pretty cheap to subscribe. At the time of writing there is an excellent deal going if you click here. The picture is of the nine pieces turned out so far this month by some spectacular names in gardening….
That has occupied quite a lot of my time over the past few months but we still have gardens being built – I will post some photographs when the borders get a bit fuller.
I am listening to Mozart because it is that kind of day. I have just been sent some photographs of the daffodils flowering in the sunshine at Horatio’s Garden in Glasgow so it would be churlish not to post a couple of them here. The picture at the top is what Spring looks like in Scotland.