Morning photo's of the cazh gardener...

cazh slang for casual?

This is how I love my garden...

riotous,

trouble is, how to keep it on the cusp

of slightly ordered chaos.

9.20 am

I do have a penchant for naff,

hence the fluffy dice now residing

in the garage window.

Tree fern...

I love ferns of all sorts

Potager planted with

cutting flowers interspersed

with courgettes, tomatoes and lettuce

Since we've had the pond this section of the garden isn't

 rased to the ground by slugs.

A line full of Lettice's blankets.

The washing machine thinks we've got a baby in the house!

  

We do seem to attract a 

strange variety of wildlife.

Bed ready for my Christmas morning sprouts.

Here, hardening off under the magnolia.

Pea shoots for my salads.

Romanesco, french beans and sweet peas...

Oh, and the odd poppy!

Red onions and garlic...

Oh, and the odd poppy!

Huge tub of tarragon which I always thought 

wasn't winter hardy.

This little beaut. has thuggery ways and survives

all weathers

My seat of garden learning.

Wild-flower meadow

Roughty-toughty corner by my studio.

I love leaving lots of areas for the wildlife...

well that's my excuse?

Herbs to hand, by the house.

Ummm?

Gunnera...

not on a par with Scotney.

The self-sown poppies which, when

you call you must navigate through,

to reach the front door.

Happy Days!

Oh I forgot...
this is little tumbling tiger tom.
He's grown, although I don't think he will
offer much in the way of flavoursome
stripy tomatoes.
I'm just happy he has survived...
see post...
The tale of tommy
30 April.

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