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Suddenly the garden is filled with surprise. Every day I venture out there is something new to delight my childlike heart. Snowdrops garlanded with raindrops. Winter Aconite – Eranthis hyemalis, shines like gold in the morning sun; and Lungwort (Pulmonaria officinalis) in bud…

From the bedroom window, the first dainty blossoms shine like fallen stars, closer inspection reveals delicate, pale blossoms on the slender bough. First hawthorn leaves are bright green in the leafless hedgerow…

 Early crocus (C. tommasinianus) punctuate the lawn as I hurriedly planted in the Autumn, not eaten by the voles but flourishing under  the birch and beech. The first daffodils, their gold petals beginning to burst from their protective capsule. How glorious the Spring garden as winter flees, the warmth and sun returns and the garden takes on colour  once again…


Every day in the garden is filled with wonder

Thanks for stopping by today

Wet, wet, wet!

“What’s that – Scotch mist?” was a frequent exasperated exclamation in the family home, as my mother raised her eyebrows skyward. True; you may not be able to see it but you can feel each minuscule drop seep into every crack and crevice. Taken unaware by the beauty of the fennel fronds illuminated in the fading light, I grabbed the camera to capture the evenings brief beauty.

Bit of a challenge taking hand-held photos in such low light levels but I hope you will agree – worth getting wet for!  😀

The garden, shrouded in mist, each flower garlanded with tiny raindrops, faerie lights in miniature. No grand sunset or panoramic views – just the world made small – causing one to stop and marvel at the beauty. But maybe I’m a simple soul with simple pleasures. Enjoy!

Thanks for stopping by today; what brings you pleasure to treasure on a wet day?


… it may be granted

Wild rose (Rosa canina)

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.”

A Book of Burlesques – H L Menchen

Rosa canina Wild rose

“While summer roses all their glory yield
   To crown the votary of love and joy,
   Misfortune’s victim hails, with many a sigh,
   Thee, scarlet Poppy of the pathless field,
Gaudy, yet wild and lone; no leaf to shield…”
Sonnet: To The Poppy
Anna Seward (1742-1809)
Corn Poppy (Papaver rhoeas)
Will the last person to leave please turn off the lights?
I’m not a political animal but I try to vote for what is best for my country, my children and possibly even grandchildren. When the polls closed last night a REMAIN vote was predicted but by 2 a.m. the first LEAVE votes were declared. Is that what broke into my sleep or the unusual brightness in the mid-summer sky? As the hours wore on more and more constituencies voted to leave. My better half always sleeps through momentous occasions  -“Coffee and Brexit hun?” “WHAT?”
So we have all been trying to work out what this means for us because from this side of the border it looks like English Independence. Or maybe London will declare independence and relieve itself of the post-industrial wastelands? But for now we watch and reflect – be careful what you wish for…
Enjoy your €10 Outippa!

How contrary the days;

when sunshine warms the ground,

an invitation to laze and listen to the sweet bird song.

And then the snow and rain;

biting wind, stinging hail,

call winter back again…


Driving into town and suddenly the Chestnut trees have burst into leaf, cherry blossoms line the road, Hawthorn hedges adorned in new spring green. Just when it seems that the ground is warm enough to sow outside, winter returns with snow and hail. The swallows huddle in the shed but as soon as the sun returns they are back to repairing last years nest. Goldfinches adorn the cherry tree as the first blossoms burst open. Greenfinches have returned to feed chasing off the chaffinches while robin faces down the poor dunnocks. A pair of blackbirds are busy nest building and searching for food in the garden but I’m quite sure I heard the plaintive cry of their young from the hedge.

All around the small-holding there are new flowers appearing, ferns unraveling, leaves unfolding, shedding their winter capsules. The tiny greenhouse is filled with seedlings needing planted out, seeds sown on Saturday have sprouted already. Time to dodge the rain showers, working from the shelter off the shed or hoeing of the weeds and getting ready to plant out. At dusk the deer pass by, I think the stock-fence deters them though it appears a few plants have been nibbled.

Local showers, bitter April day!

It looks like the perfect spring day, blue sky and sea, white fluffy clouds but it’s frosty and the wind is still biting. Lamlash must be the greenest place on Arran; it seems to rain only on Lamlash!

In spite of the cold the ‘wild’ flowers are bursting into flower. Tiny Dog Violets (Viola riviniana) are popping up around the garden, hoping to have enough to make a violet syrup! Honesty (Lunaria annua) is always a delight to the first emergent bees and hoverflies and smells so sweet in the warm sun. You can tell whether it’s purple or white as the former has purple tinged foliage (as purple Foxgloves do too.) Bluebells are just beginning to flower; I used to pull them out of the garden as they were too prolific but now recognise that they are English bluebells and not Spanish squill, so being a bit more lenient. Tiny blue Forget-me-not punctuate the garden with their delicate blooms but if you don’t like too many don’t let them go to seed…

I know men often think that a pristine green sward is the most delightful thing in the garden and every tiny rosette flower should be yanked out post haste. But I like my ‘weeds’, they are so cheerful, Lesser Celandine (Ranunculus ficaria) also called Pilewort is a useful little herb. (Clue is in the name 😀 ) I love a lawn full of Daisies, traditionally it was used in much the same way we use Arnica now (and it’s local – local herbs for local people!). White honesty looks beautiful beside the purple, the silver seed cases will be gathered later for dried flower arrangements. The fruit trees are just beginning to blossom too, Damson is always first but the cherry and apples will not be far behind…

In the greenhouse there are trays of seedlings waiting to be planted out but they will have to stay until the frosts have passed (June then…) Meantime I keep hoeing off the weeds from the beds. There’s plenty to keep the Hopeful Herbalist busy!

Thanks for stopping by today – what do you most look forward to in the spring garden?

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”

Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924)

The Secret Garden