The Tired Gardener

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A Wild Childhood

Children are naturally curious and respond with great enthusiasm and energy to the marvels of the natural world – if given the opportunity.  Too often this joyous connection with nature is squashed and discouraged, or lost as we get older and overtaken by 'adult' responsibilities. Who has time for childish activities like watching ants foraging or standing in the summer rain and feeling it dribble over your face and soak your clothes? Connecting with nature is not just a hobby, but a birthright and a phenomenal tool for achieving and sustaining a happy, balanced life.

  • Ancient oak roots or troll feet?
  • The Major Oak in Sherwood Forest. An old lady with walking sticks reaches for the sky.
  • Stark winter beauty supporting bird life.

Learning to Love my Wounds

It’s easy to be self-critical and see the marks of the passage of time on our body as faults,  but there is a lesson in self-love to be learned from the beauty of mature trees.

  • Tea-tree and rosemary before the snow.
  • Tea-tree fronds. Resurrected!
  • Rosebay on a rainy day.

Get Outside!

'You can be miserable anywhere, so GET OUTSIDE!' I took some good advice from a friend on a miserable day and my garden took care of the rest.  

Mindfulness and the Call of the Wild

When my head is full of cobwebs my garden calls, and as I immerse myself in the wonder of nature, my head miraculously clears and the world is wonderful again.

  • Blackbird eating ivy berries.
  • Female blackbird, nesting.
  • Sparrow.

Playing With Time

I have been given a time machine for my birthday. It only looks like a camera.

A Miniature Expedition

When the outside world is too big to face and you don't have the energy to re-connect with nature outside, a cheap microscope opens whole new avenues of connection and beauty to lift the soul.

  • Winter blue: photo courtesy of Conor McGrath
  • Winter blue too
  • My Secret Garden in January

The Lockdown Blues

For some, lockdown means isolation and loneliness, for others the relentlessness of living in close quarters with other people.  Thank God for my garden and the freedom it gives me to choose between isolation and companionship.

A Single Rose can be my Garden

When dark wet days and miserable headlines engulf you in worries about the future, nature has a knack of catching your attention and providing some perspective.

  • An October tow path walk
  • Hedgerow bounty: sloes, haws, rosehips, blackberries
  • Sloes

A Sloe Walk Down Memory Lane

A canal-side walk on a sunny October day brings me close to my Nan and childhood fantasies around her illicit brewing habits.

Time to Walk

A weekly walk in the woods brings a welcome respite, perspective and calm in a crazy world.

  • Dancing plum blossom against an infinite blue.
  • Joy found in a poppy.
  • The glories of creation in the complexity of a flower.

Finding Calm in the Storm

Against apocalyptic headlines, my garden is a refuge and source of perspective and solace.

  • St Pankraz, courtesy of Holger Uwe Schmitt through Wikimedia Commons
  • Bubble wrap protection in mid-May

Cold May Gardeners

Gardening folklore is an endless source of fascination. Do you know who the Cold Gardeners are and why they matter in May?


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