I’m learning a lot about gardening, and one of the most interesting things I’m picking up is how much any one garden can change. Read the rest of this entry »
Hanging baskets are funny things. They feel a bit dated, a bit fussy. Fussy in how they look, very much a construction, an obvious artifice, and so perhaps a little bit jarring when it comes to a natural space like a garden. They are also fussy in terms of maintenance too, with the constant deadheading and watering. I’m forever fussing around them, watering them even when it rains. I have had too many failed baskets. I have learned that hanging baskets crave attention.
As an enthusiastic but inexperienced gardener I take a keen interest in the front gardens I see on my walk to work. I’ve read that one way of finding out what will grow well in your own garden is to see what is thriving in other gardens nearby. That seems like a sensible notion. Read the rest of this entry »
I imagine when all of these houses were built, most of them in the 1930s, there was a pleasing uniformity to the place. These roads didn’t grow organically, this was a planned development, an estate, I guess. Although you can spot some nods from the architects to creating difference and interest. Some roofs peak at the front, others do not. Some houses have two bedrooms, others three, some maybe more. The style of housing changes from one road to another, but in a complimentary way. Every building working towards a bigger piece. Read the rest of this entry »