The end of the teenage years This week: Carry on blogging; 2010; 2011; 2012; 2013: 2014: This is my 52nd Blog of 2019. At the end of the year is is usual to look back, but in this case it … Read More
Gizmo follows me around, exploring every blade of grass, twig and stalk. He’ll be a horticulturalist when he grows up, I’m sure!
November 2019 has been the wettest month since I came to live in my Dol house. It has also had more wet days than any month too.
Nowhere in the world is immune from severe weather. Climate change is real and manifesting itself differently in different places.
Earth, we have a problem – it’s called climate change!
I ventured onto the limestone backbone of the island this week. Above the tree line and the fog, the Strawberry trees fruit were almost ready to pick.
The wise old Owl sat in the oak
The more he saw, the less he spoke,
The less he spoke, the more he heard,
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?
We almost had enough rain to measure early on Sunday – not quite, but almost…
Looking out of my study window, large fluffy Cumulus clouds are building over Brač.
I have been hoping to plant some Lucerne seeds this autumn, but the ground needs to be in the right condition to do it and at the moment, it is far from ready to plant anything.