Purple Wellies

One woman's musings of plant lust for intoxicating blooms

Why our biophilic habits should never be broken

It’s been documented more and more that gardening is good for your health. From the physical benefits of digging over the soil, the nurturing element or to the well-being effects and stress-reduction of just looking at a plant or natural scene.

All Together Under a Big Blue Sky

I should think myself lucky. I’ve toyed with the idea of moving to a bigger garden in the past, (and I do mean just that – garden not house) the dream of what could be, but then realism set in. Are you ever going to get this lucky again and do you really want the ominous task of moving half a garden or abandoning all treasures and starting again? I should count my chickens and be grateful for what I have.

The Avant Gardener

If, like me, you are an outdoorsy sort, then you will be itching to get gardening. Traditionally plots were cut back and put to bed in winter, with the exception of pruning tasks. The warmth of the potting shed beckoned for repairs, or browsing seed catalogues. Planning ahead, reflection and forethought are good but there are still jobs to do. Much is still flowering now in fact.

Dark Desires

Deepest, darkest black. A colour scarcely found in flora. Nurserymen and breeders are always striving to increase the narrow range of plants on offer with inky tones in order to fulfil our quest for dark desires of that something a little bit different. On face value many plants give the appearance of being ‘black’ viewed from a distance, but look more closely and you will see they can be made up of any number of colours in their leaves encompassing aubergine, claret, and scarlet, to name but a few.

Stretching the Limits

It’s that time of year again when I go off on the hunt for new treasures, sandwiched in amongst other activities, so as to give the appearance we are on holiday. We get in the car with the rest of the family moaning and groaning, “sorry where did you say we were going today Mummy?”, as I whizz them down narrow country lanes. “Only two nurseries today” on route to an English Heritage castle or museum or the like, not mentioning the thirty something miles in between!