I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with my greenhouse — although others might. But I have to admit that in…
Yesterday my eye was drawn to the window by a sudden bright light in the garden. The sun had come out on January 30th.
In line with my make-do-and-mend policy, I was hoping to make use of the compost heap I’ve been accumulating at the end of the garden over the past few years. Wouldn’t it be satisfactory if that could provide new plants in my…
So far, buying the greenhouse has been a bit of an extravagance. As well as the greenhouse itself, there was the cost of building a concrete base, and paying someone to assemble it. But from now on it’s going to be re-use and recycle — in other words, a return to my usual…
I know that conditions in a greenhouse in South West London in early May aren’t exactly like the tropical rainforest. But I thought my new greenhouse might at least grow things as well as they grow on the window-sill in the kitchen. Not so far. Here is my first crop…
Many of the plants that I inherited from my mother are geraniums. But they were lanky — with long featureless stems leading to the odd flower or leaf at the top. They looked like creatures from a planet with low gravity. Fortunately, my mother-in-law knows about…
