Art and Abart

My blog has had few posts since Covid  made travel difficult but I just read my post from November last year and realised that I should be p...

Spring has sprung and the garden is a riot of flowers, at least as much as a garden can be that is on slowly-improving soil. Thankful...

My skills at growing vegetables seems to be rather less than growing catnip and yellow lantana. I bught a tomato plant in spring and another...

I have lived here over a year now. When I arrived the garden was lawn and the patch of ground between fence and path was weeds.  Early very...

The garden today Sometimes Mother Nature sends a perfect day. Today is one of those. The sun is shining but it is not too hot, the air...

Figures at a gate : Sculpture s at the Wintergarden I had a Christmas picnic in the Virginia Lake Wintergarden, a magical spot you could...

Irises on the day of my Mother's farewell At the end of September winter gardens begin to stir in Taihape. The first daffodils flowe...

Frances Ruth Gordon, 1920 - 2013 My mother Frances Ruth Gordon died last Thursday aged 93.  She was a passionate gardener and left behin...

In August shortly before leaving home for 5 weeks I created a no-dig garden (newspaper laid on the grass covered by some compost and blood a...

"If you have a garden you are never lonely," says my mother. She spent a lifetime on an isolated farm, so she should know. At 84 ...

A little bit of fun from the ceramics workshop. These dancers .... now dance on the old BBQ in the garden.

How nice to be home ... ... and (finally) recovered from jetlag.