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Quick pancake catchup

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 Hello m' runaway blueberries, A super quick post from me today. I made the mistake of pointing out to Monsieur last week that I hadn't had a winter cold or lurgy flu yet. So you can imagine what happened next! The days have continued to be distinctly chilly but dry. We have been finding nice antidotes to the morning ice - mostly in the form of hot tea & pancakes. Eager not to lose any more succulents, the fleece sheets and emergency cloches are on standby. Here are satisfying before and after shots of one bed I have been clearing.  Grasses tamed and self-sown Sweet William and Forget me Nots spaced out ready for spring shizzle shazzle -   The cannas & dahlias have been cut down in the old vege bed, allowing the purple sprouting broccoli some space to flower - A thick mulch has been applied to both beds, using spent compost -       To my surprise I came across a bag of new potatoes that I had grown last year, plonked behind the greenhouse and promptly forgotten about. T

After the Frost

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 Hello m' happy 2023ers, Well, I've had a starry comedown after Gardeners' World's 'Adam Frost' visited just before Christmas and quaffed all the best biscuits and craft beers [see here ]. It was near impossible to keep a straight face and steady camera hand when Monsieur appeared in character, complete with spade and long arm, huffing and puffing, from the bottom of the garden. In the end I had to close my eyes to film it! Here's a behind the scenes audio out take to prove it (we didn't have clip board so we had to do a '3,2,1' to sync the audio) - Turns out the December frost  (please note now I'm referring to the cold temperature, not the Adam variety of Frost) destroyed a few of my beloved succulents. It was to be expected for those left outside. The cold also shivered its way through the cracks and gaps into my unheated greenhouse though, sealing the door shut for days.  Although I had brought the succulent pots in a couple of weeks befo

A very special visitor indeed!

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 Hello m' clearance mince pies, Imagine my surprise and delight when BBC  Gardeners' World contacted me earlier in the year. A very nice producer asked if they could come to visit Long Mizzle Garden for a new winter special. I said "of course!" And so, in December I had a knock at the door. Low and behold, there stood none other than Adam Frost, the producer, a camera guy and sound woman.  Promptly I popped t' kettle on and whipped out the best biscuits from my posh tin. I could tell Mr Frost was eyeing up the craft beers in m' cupboard though, so I put some in the fridge for after the shoot. He didn't bring his cat, but my neighbour's cat couldn't stop following him around. If you listen carefully you can hear it going for Adam's 'Catnip Cologne'. It has been so hard keeping this a secret from my friends, family and bloggy chums, but now I  can officially share the footage, that unfortunately did not make it onto the winter special... 

Preparing for the Long Night

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 Eh up m' jolly baubles , It has been a long month full of rain, then ice, then rain again. Some people would call that a sh*t sandwich, I call it a slushie surprise. Tomorrow will lead to our longest night. For those in the Northern Hemisphere, the winter solstice is upon us. Being part brown bear, I have officially been in semi-hibernation. Aside from the mince pie and cider stash, I'm not feeling particularly organised this year. Soon I will have to leave the comfort of the cave and venture out for extra supplies. Please don't adjust your screens - that is a real Christmas tree sat in the corner.  I finally succumbed to working parent guilt and took the kids one weekend to Travena Cross Nursery near Helston.  It was actually a hoot : singing reindeer, dancing penguins, a story telling owl, a giant polar bear to sit on, a sporadic flurry of fake snow from a 90s foam party machine, toasted marshmallows that were still on fire, mulled wine to legitimately get pissed on in a

Our wee November wedding

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 Hello m' fellow bridezilla's, I have news ... Monsieur & I got married! It was a small, quiet ceremony at an old Cornish mining site. We told only a handful of people, including our two lovely witnesses. I picked my outfit from my  wardrobe that morning - plum velvet dress and vintage embroidered Chinese jacket together with my sturdy leather work boots. The flowers I picked fresh from the garden- river lilies, snapdragon, lemon scented geranium, cerinth and trailing ivy.   I cried. Monsieur welled up a bit too.  We were back by tea time to collect the children and treat ourselves to a nice takeout (Indian cuisine & a cloudy cider for me, fish & chips with juice for them). Gardening duties have happily been on pause.  We've been treated to whole array of different types of rain:  drizzle, mizzle, spittle, danky-do-don't-go-to-town deluge, silver sleet sheets, splutter gutter downfalls, piss pop drops, neck floss splodge, flippity-freezing lashings etc. This

The lost pumpkin patch

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 Hello M' Allhalloweenen, One year and for one year only, the lower part of Long Mizzle Garden became a big pumpkin patch. It followed the autumn removal of the mutant Leylandii hedging by hire-a-dad-with-a-chainsaw (Leylandii must be the social vampire of the gardening world). The in-situ compost heaps that had sat all winter fed the soil. Monster shade casters and moisture suckers removed, life slowly started to seep back in. The spring sown Jack O' Lanterns loved it. By the following autumn, we had more giant pumpkins than we knew what to do with.  I wish I had a picture of the garden that year. This is how the patch looks today - a mix of Cordylines, Grisolinia Littoralis, Bay and Camelia. The pumpkin patch was truly magical, but without replacement hedging our garden would be overlooked by a number of houses. Not good for Nude Tuesdays. This week I have continued with hedge trimming in between the many showers of rain. This particular line has to be hard cut back once a y