Posts Tagged ‘elder’

16 January 2010 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman SIGNS OF SPRING

Saturday, January 16th, 2010

SIGNS OF SPRING On the homeward leg of my daily constitutional, I swung left along a barbed wire fence below the slippage underneath fields adjacent to what was Church Farm. The ground was squelchy; stud-bottomed trainers sunk uncomfortably deep. Leg over an iron gate, across the Very Steep Hill, another gate and shimmy through a [...]

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26 December 2009 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman NOT BEING DISTURBED

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

NOT BEING DISTURBED Temperature dropped at 2.15pm. It happened at the moment a brief but squally shower arrived. I cut a few more logs, then left Mrs Nails tidying up the flower garden to walk round Breech and fetch my van. An extended family was waiting with good humour for ‘dad’ (who apparently is always late) [...]

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19 November 2009 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman WINDY DAYBREAK

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

Out the back, only elder and the lowest whiskers of lime hold on to any semblance of foliage. The rest, blown inside-out by recent winds, are skeletal-naked. Hilltop trees Mexican Wave their outer branches in an elastic ripple. A stones’ throw from my back-against-a-wall vantage in the veg garden, I can see whole elephantine lime limbs [...]

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21 August 2009 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman BLACKBIRD IN THE GUTTER, BLOWSY BORDERS

Friday, August 21st, 2009

21 August 2009

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13 August 2009 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman APPLE DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN, PIGEONS SQUABBLE OVER ELDERBERRIES, SPIDERS AT 10.15AM

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

13 August 2009 APPLE DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN Just had the first home-grown apple of this season. A Merton Knave. It dangled from a step over tree, or ‘single tier espalier’, which I’ve nurtured for seven years from a maiden whip in front of the south-facing greenhouse as a decorative and productive edge. It just [...]

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12 June 2009: DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman MR BULLFINCH, DOWN ON STUDLAND

Friday, June 12th, 2009

12 June 2009 MR BULLFINCH A soft short whistle is emitting from the elders. It sounds like there’s an old boy pedalling slowly down the street on an old bone-shaker of a bike. Actually it’s the discreet song of a male bullfinch, not exactly a rare occurrence in the garden but certainly noteworthy and always [...]

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2 June 2009: DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman ‘THE BIG LUNCH’ LATEST

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

2 June 2009 ‘THE BIG LUNCH’ LATEST… This is an Eden Project inspired national event happening wherever people feel the urge to get thier local communities together on Sunday 19th July 2009. If you Google The Big Lunch then all you need to know is there. Essentially the idea is to stop what you’re doing [...]

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27 May 2009: DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman SOME RAIN AT LAST, SAY IT WITH ASPARAGUS

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

27 May 2009 SOME RAIN AT LAST Some rain has fallen at last. To me, crucial; to my plants, essential; to wildlife in general, more than welcome. A barbeque summer of searing heat and wide open blue skies may please deck chair vendors, builders and folk who want to cultivate a tan, but for the [...]

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25 May 2009: DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman RAIN GETTING CLOSER?, SWARM LATEST, RAMBLERS & RHUBARB RUSTLERS

Monday, May 25th, 2009

25 May 2009 RAIN GETTING CLOSER? Yesterday was the hottest day of the year so far. I heard talk of nigh on 25 or 26 degrees. The weather watchers amongst us were speaking of thunder storms this afternoon. It’s gone three o’clock and as yet we’ve had none. But it is close, or humid, and [...]

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17 May 2009: DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman POSSIBLE BEES NEST BEHIND THE BACK WALL, GREAT LANE AT 17.05

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

17 May 2009 POSSIBLE BEES NEST BEHIND THE BACK WALL Just beyond the back garden wall I think I’ve discovered a bumblebees nest. It was pure happenchance. I’d climbed up to cut down an elder branch which was knocking the greenhouse roof. Job done, I laid the brash where it fell and popped back over. [...]

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