Over at Creative Countryside, we all subscribe to the notion of living more slowly and in harmony with the seasons. And perhaps nothing encapsulates this more than gathering conkers in the autumn. This past week has been heavy, grey and atmospheric. Leaden skies of slate grey have set in with a resolute stoicism matched only… Continue reading Conkers, Fatherhood and a Speckled Wood
A few weeks ago, I found a dozen or so camassia bulbs in the shed, that I had lifted and cleaned earlier in the autumn. They have been growing quite happily where they sat in the shed, but I've brought three inside to keep a closer eye on. Bulb vases always evoke something special. To… Continue reading Looking forward through the lens of a bulb vase.