tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810916424535818779.post6144509226116121769..comments2024-03-22T07:28:43.820+00:00Comments on The wind and the wellies: Compulsive Gardening Disorder and Giant Chickens. And, model dogs.Fay McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14573998704716650377noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810916424535818779.post-91324809779970809832016-05-12T14:51:43.286+01:002016-05-12T14:51:43.286+01:00I've already had three this season all in the ...I've already had three this season all in the snow, I hate leaving the garden in the summer. Shh don't tell. Snowdrop hunting is exhausting. And, very odd to be so busy so early in the season. Romp it was. Thanks for popping over. Your patch looks wonderful!Fay McKenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14573998704716650377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810916424535818779.post-51337546909732387032016-05-12T14:40:37.179+01:002016-05-12T14:40:37.179+01:00I honestly don't think you can call yourself a...I honestly don't think you can call yourself a gardener until you have a head torch. If you live in the land of 24 hour daylight, then fair enough, you can be a headtorchless gardener, otherwise you're playing at gardening. <br />What a romp through the first part of the year this was. I'm exhausted reading it. Thank goodness you had a holiday. Do you think you should have another?Sarah Shoesmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03410745860215082568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810916424535818779.post-19038358369921606352016-05-12T07:49:38.682+01:002016-05-12T07:49:38.682+01:00Dear Mr I&T a head torch is as essential as a ...Dear Mr I&T a head torch is as essential as a trowel in my mind, floodlights acquired at the same Spring Fayre, probably a step too far for most folks. Its more deranged than hard core if I'm honest. Twas a memorable day for me too, I met a new amigo. Hope you and yours are well and yer trees, blossom. Every day I see a new bird in the garden I think of you guys. Thrushes are still making anvils, we've wrens, blackbirds, robins, blue tits, sparrows, gigantic hens and the odd greenfinch. Although its not odd we just rarely see them for very long. And, I grew teasel for them too, ungrateful bonnie wretches. Not quite hen harriers and alike but its grand.Fay McKenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14573998704716650377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810916424535818779.post-63321562075129279112016-05-12T07:09:23.083+01:002016-05-12T07:09:23.083+01:00CGD, it suits you. I'm glad that you've re...CGD, it suits you. I'm glad that you've resolved the work garden/life garden conundrum, it sounds a better balance. Snowflakes! I'd forgotten about snowflakes! And speaking of gardening, I bought some trees in 2014 (Spring Fayre, a very memorable day for me) and have just started to plant them. Must be something to do with sync'ing weather, time and motivation. Perhaps I should acquire a head torch.Imperfect and Tensehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07348507012722069785noreply@blogger.com