Garden

“In this garden the most surprising transplant has turned out to be myself.” Head gardener Sarah Horton, here yesterday Ever since Sarah first took it on as a bedraggled challenge of an allotment plot over 20 years ago now I’ve been no more than an occasional visitor as Sarah, with some help but mostly not …

The Emergence of the Allium

They’re a kind of onion are the allium. So maybe it sounds mundane to say I’ve had my heart lifted here at the allotment this morning by the emergence of a bunch of onions. But that’s the truth. They haven’t suddenly emerged, of course, and have clearly been on their way for a few weeks …

From Granby: In the Winter Garden

It’s a very rainy early Saturday morning here in Liverpool on the kind of day where it looks like the rain’s not going to stop. Which will be good for the allotment garden where I spend so much of my time both writing and gardening these days, though I don’t think I’ll be going there …

Distracted by the tulips

Today I’ve walked over to the allotment to carry on working on my PhD like I usually do. Having made some good progress here yesterday I’d thought I might easily carry on where I left off. But I haven’t, and having thought about it I don’t much mind. Work works better when it comes easily …

On never giving up

There was a surprise tulip waiting for me when I arrived at the allotment for PhD writing this morning. Though Sarah and I had planted two hundred bulbs around the place and been expecting them to all be brightening our springtime by now, we’ve been quite disappointed so far. Hence my surprise this morning at …

Nine Pictures of Light

I’d been sitting here in the polytunnel reading a novel where a funeral was about to take place in an art gallery. Prince had been singing on my phone, his song about Dorothy Parker fading into ‘High’ by The Blue Nile, when I noticed something strange happening with the light. The blue sky had turned …