Verbal Compost

The recovery of a garden from neglect as I looked after my wife, Glen, 'Pippy', in her terminal illness. The garden was her refuge and her love. As she was mine.

Saturday, 2 January 2021

Tasting Notes

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Today was a day of wine tasting like no other. Fermentation has finished for all of our experiments, so we 'racked' them into clean,...

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Friday, 6 November 2020

After the Storm

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Friday, 23 October 2020

First Catch Your Beetroot

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This is not a recipe for pickled beetroot. This is an experiment in making pickled beetroot based on a recipe for pickled beetroot. First c...

Thursday, 22 October 2020

Remembrance

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Unbelievably, a year has passed since Pippy died. What is one to do? The World keeps its orbit, seasons turn, and we have lit...

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Tuesday, 20 October 2020

Appearances

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My neighbour, Bridget, loves this time of year, when the leaves start to turn: all those autumn colours. But when John Keats spoke of Seas...

Friday, 25 September 2020

Kippered

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I kipperized the neighbourhood this afternoon by burning the last bits of the old shed. Seemed like a good idea at the time... ...

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Sunday, 20 September 2020

Restituted Rockery

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Much overgrown lemon balm and chameleon plant removed, replanted with heather, variegated ajuga, and bits and bobs, including herbs from var...

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