Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' sandy cracks,    Gunwalloe Church Cove Beach, Cornwall The summer has flown by in a haze of heat and mischief.  As I type, the finest patio petrichor fills the garden. Its perfume filters through the window. Parched grass greedily sucks up today's rainfall. Together we eagerly await the autumn mists, steady mizzle and kite flying breeze. I've been busy catching up with old friends and have spent my 'holiday' with local days out and a little camping trip with the kids. Surely stargazing, sea swimming and cream teas must be the remedy for all modern day evils. A dry stone Cornish wall by Dollar Cove - thus named as silver dollars were washed ashore following the wrecking of a Portuguese ship in the 17th Century. Not a topless Poldark in sight - which is a good thing. Let's face it, he's a bit of a tw*t isn't he?!   A short walk away, tucked between a wild expanse of sand dunes and rocky outcrop: St Winwaloe's Church. 1332 is the earliest ment...

Hello there, well that thunder and rain we were warned about didn't happen here. We just got a couple of mizzly mornings and today has been a tropical blaze again.     [ Morning mizzle over Penryn River] I hadn't yet finished my Saturday morning cuppa, when the kids ventured out brandishing scissors (o-oh!), playing a 'let's go to the garden centre' game. This kicked me into action, as I wanted some flowers for my mam and already they had started to dead head the best blooms.       I ran out and picked all the best ones before they could! They each cut and arranged a jar for Monsieur, upstairs still in bed. I said they could have the pick of the Californian Poppies, Calendula and Sweet Peas.   One thing all this heat and humidity has brought us this week... the dreaded tomato blight. This is absolutely the last time I try tomotoes outdoors! The ones inside the greenhouse are doing fine, fingers crossed. Here you can see the blight on the stem and ...