Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' piskies, Shhh, not many people know it, but there's  a little fairy colony on the outskirts of Truro (spot the Enchanted trail on the map here ). High up in the trees a wise owl presides over the comings and goings and all is at peace. Wooden trip trap bridges lead beside a stream and the path is edged with fallen branches. The fairies are shy, but the occasional creature can be found. Why are owls deemed to be wise? Although their brains are no bigger than any other birds' (in fact their eyes are so flippin' big, there may not be much room for brains, and they are positively slow compared to the cunning crow) ... they sit silently, watching and listening. Their nocturnal nature and spinning heads make them appear like an omnipresent all seeing eye. The Ancient Greeks believed owls' night vision and stealth flight abilities lent them a mystical inner light. Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War adopted the owl and was often depicted with one. When to be we...

 Hello chucks,   It has been a glorious day out in the sun filled garden. Today's post will be mostly pictures and less typing, for reasons I will explain later. So, have you got your cuppa? Any chance you could hold mine for me? No?...Even if I have an extra long straw... Ok, let's go.... 'Foxtrot' tulip is fast becoming my favourite tulip. Not only does this double flowered, peony type look beautiful, opening at white and green at first, then taking on increasingly pinky hues, but it is also scented! And that is quite unusual for a tulip. Here it is with some orange and yellow 'Quebec' tulips.                                                                 ...

Hello October and hello you! Hope you are keeping well. I don't think we're ever too old to do a bit of autumn treasure hunting, do you? I still marvel at fir cones and conkers and I do love the occasional monkey swing in a tree (move aside kids!). Here I am, sensibly dressed in my back to school satchel, green flasher mac and sturdy boots at Enys Garden, Penryn. (p.s. that's not a scout tie, it's my homemade face mask) Just look at these jubilant Kniphofias, soaking up every last ray of sunshine, reflecting back the sun's happiness, face to face. Even the old handsome Enys house seemed to enjoy warming its stones, humming contentedly with the goings on of a socially distanced antiques fair inside.   Set away from the house, there are quieter, hidden spaces and a newly uncovered woodland glen. The joy of having a year's pass to a garden is seeing it change throughout the seasons and learning more about it with each visit. I have mentioned in a previous post her...