Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' chewy beavers, Well, it'd be nice to say my blogging absence has been due to this week's Chelsea Flower Show, but it was in fact another Lulu (Lulu Urquhart along with Adam Hunt) that won Best Show Garden. 'Rewilding Britain Landscape' incorporated weeds, a wild meadow, dead foliage AND can you believe it.... an actual beaver dam, made with twigs pre-chewed by real beavers. I mean, really, what's not to love about that!!! As a big beaver lover, I think it was genius. I wish I had thought of it. 'Is it a garden' is as boring a question as 'but is it art'. It was planted, it was made, it looks beautiful. Just let it be. Bring on the beavers. As regular readers will know, I'm such an en pointe, en vogue, le chic kind of girl (yeah right!), so of course I already have my own beaver dam, of sorts. Oh, I may not have the gentle trickling water or beaver soundtrack,  but I am custodian of an old Cornish dry stone wall, so that's rathe...

Hello m' sunnies! Please bring tea and sunglasses.... The dry stone hedgerows bob with happy yellow heads. The roadside fields are brazen. Sometimes a distant golden patch shimmers like a mirage, appears to move around and is impossible to locate. The flower picker trucks, with their 'pickers wanted' signs, hold you up your way to and from Rosudgeon carboot sale, grrrrr.  We're talking daffodils.  These particular rows are not for picking - oh no - these bulbs are busy multiplying. Please, let them concentrate...   Scamp's daffodil field, Falmouth, Cornwall     All the pictures on today's post were taken one glorious sunny Sunday morning (27th March): a trip to Scamp's 14 acre daffodil field on the outskirts of Falmouth. Many thanks to the super helpful Adrian  (Scamp Junior) for welcoming us, and the fab Mylor Garden Club for organising.     In Britain, we can apparently thank the Romans for bringing the daffodil over. (Monty Python: What ...

 Hello from mizzly Long Mizzle, There's been some wonderfully moody hues and inky blues washing through the garden this week. The trees are starting to bear their witchy lacework and soon we'll be able to see glimpses of the old graveyard and creek beyond. In exploding colour pallet contrast, the zinnias, 'vanilla ice' sunflowers, dahlias, californian poppies and  river lilies jump out, even if on limited time now. This may be one of the last tomato and pepper harvests from the greenhouse. A rogue mutant snail seems to be trying to finish our harvest off. This lone 'Apache' chilli is reserved for Monsieur's heat bomb challenge. He likes to give it the large that he is now heat tolerant. Much to the ridicule of my hardcore Manc friends, when I first met him twenty years ago, a mild korma was about as much heat as he could handle.  Eager eyed and with great anticipation, the sprogs and I present the chilli to him on a plate and wait for the culinary drama to u...