I often find it is on the most ordinary of walks that you unexpectedly come across a pretty scene, a captivating view, something that catches your eye and makes you want to grab your camera or phone and capture the moment... From winter sunshine in the depths of January... To sunlit glades and ponds in spring... … Continue reading Wandering Walks
Ah..the first days of September... already you can feel a change is coming, a seasonal shift as summer slips away and autumn beckons. Almost imperceptible at first as you notice a cooler morning when you awake, then a certain crispness in the air and before too long, darkness descending in the early evening. It's my … Continue reading Early September days
All around our neighbourhood the hydrangeas are in bloom. I love these flowers - big, beautiful and bursting with colour. From blue to pink to lilac and every conceivable hue in between... . I dream of having one in my own garden, but for now, I just enjoy stopping to admire them in others. #hydrangealove
Years ago at a garden show I bought a pink flowering plant, drawn in by the beautiful blousy blooms. It was a mallow plant. A great name, I thought and I pretty much left it to it, to hopefully grow in a sunny corner of the garden. And grow it did. And then it grew … Continue reading Mallow mania
Last Friday I spent the afternoon wandering around Ballyrobert Cottage Gardens, a favourite spot of mine close to where I live. After a hectic week at work, it was the perfect tonic to de-stress and enjoy the greenery and as the sun came out, to see the flowers in all their glory. I happily meandered around … Continue reading Orange is the new black
On and off on Saturday the heavens opened. In between the deluges, there was just enough time to have a morning wander around the lovely Antrim Castle Gardens. It's becoming a favourite haunt of mine - so many childhood memories from yesteryear wrapped up in this place, so many beautiful flowers to enjoy in the present … Continue reading A morning in early June
A few days ago dad and I were talking, as you do, and he reminded me that just outside our old house there was a hawthorn tree that flowered every spring, in a blaze of frothy white, and every seven years or so the flowers turned pink. I'm not sure how true the latter is … Continue reading The May tree
