Those little signs of autumn
Easily spotted, when you look.
And if you can’t identify
Then go look in a book!
The blackberries are looking good,
So glossy and so juicy.
Pick one! Go on..eat it!
No need to be choosey!
Those little signs of autumn
Easily spotted, when you look.
And if you can’t identify
Then go look in a book!
The blackberries are looking good,
So glossy and so juicy.
Pick one! Go on..eat it!
No need to be choosey!
I bet you didn’t know that this beautiful, hybrid tea rose once
had another name!
It was once called ‘Madame A. Meilland.
It was developed by a French horticulturalist, Francis Meilland
in honour of his mother, Claudia.
So how did it become ‘Peace’?
The story goes that in 1945, Meilland wrote to Field Marshall Alan Brooke
to thank him for his part in the liberation of France and to ask if Brooke
would give his name to the rose. However, Brooke declined saying that
his name would soon be forgotten but a much better name would be....
’Peace’.
I would be lost without my greenhouse.
Apart from at my first house, which had a tiny garden,
I’ve always had a greenhouse...and that means many
years of joy....pleasure....delight!
Last weekend, I cleared out my greenhouse, as my
other half offered to give it a good, old spruce up...
inside and out..and thoroughly...he even took out
some of the glass. I could almost hear my greenhouse
chuckling to itself, in sheer ecstasy! Must’ve been
like going to a beauty parlour and having the full
treatment...five star treatment at that!
After that, the gravelled area was given a few more bags
of gravel; the Belfast sinks were emptied and re- filled;
and various containers were emptied, re- filled and
put into position. One happy greenhouse...
and one happy owner.
‘Proper job,’ as we say, here in Devon! 😁