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Twenty-five years ago Hew and I planted some trees, each the size of a broomstick, in a area on the outer side of the moat, that was nothing but rough grass, nettles and brambles. After a quarter of a century these spindly little trees have become a woodland ...

There is nothing more joyful than visiting other people’s gardens. We are a curious bunch - we all want to see what is behind that garden gate ...

How many people plant an oak tree in their garden? Not enough for sure ...

There is no gardening substance so wonderful as leaf mould. It smells delicious - like a woodland floor, is completely free and it is also enormously useful ...

"I suggest we put each other on a month's trial to see how we get on" said Hew. I think we can safely say that we have passed as that was 25 years ago ...

How many ladybirds have you seen this summer? I have only seen one and that was when it landed on my arm ...

The summer sky above the garden is busy - with dashing flight, shining blue backs and burst of twittering which sounds more like gossip than birdsong - there is no mistaking the most beautiful, agile and heart-lifting of birds - the swallow ...

This is the month for roses. Classic roses that adorn our walled kitchen garden are at their peak around the middle of June ...

For me, nothing celebrates the glorious month of May more than the wonderful froth of cow parsley ...

April begins with bare brown branches and bare brown soil and ends with long days full of the majesty of Spring ...