Where did Mama F put my wellies? Where is my hand fork and transplanting trowel? Is it going to rain? I had to go find my wellies, having not worn them in a while. Not to mention the gardening trousers and grey Petal hoodie. No idea where my purple gauntlets were either.

To read the story of my Veg Patch in chronological order use the links in the Blog Archive. Friday, 20 October 2017. October and its all about the Chrysanthemums. I am lucky enough to have had a wonderful holiday in Florida in the last couple of weeks. Before I went, the weather was ok but it seemed that the garden was running out of steam. There were lots of buds but I was not expecting much to happen. They are now flowering and they are glorious. This one is called Chempak Rose.

The much maligned lily stamen, replete with granules of rich ochre pollen. Often ceremoniously snipped before they can stain your best frock, drop onto the cream pile carpet or mar the Maltese terrier. This is a great pity, they are as beautiful as the exotic blooms they bless.

The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there. Thank and link the person who nominated you.

Pottering around in my Devon cottage garden. Times are a-changing for MPB. I have hyacinths, daffodils and tulips going in but anything later in the season has been cancelled. Monday is the first anniversary of my MPB blog and it seems a good time to be coming to an end.

There is the tangible, and the intangible. What will you leave? Today is a pretty relaxed one. Currently on the way to town, which is a three hour ordeal. So I figured I could get a post in while I sit here in this car. One thing that has remained consistent within my mind is the bonds that I have created, destroyed, or even mended. As a transient, its hard to build up relationships with those that tend to come and go in your life. What I really appreciate about this farm is the way it is analogous to an.