I’ve just returned from a relaxing, reviving and inspiring week away at Camber Sands, with early morning walks on the beach, spectacular sunsets, multitudes of stars in the clear skies, and a final finale of a midnight bonfire. Summer in England.
I’m glad to see my little plant family are still alive and well. A mid-afternoon slump often results in a visit to a garden centre. Some of these are from a particularly wild Friday night at Homebase recently. I added some glitter to the mix and it really was crazy.
Last week I received a surprise in the post, a copy of The Plant from my brother. This issue is full of essays from around the world, about plants such as the spider plant, plant-based art, the gardens of Versailles, vegetation in Mexico City, biodynamic growing in Hereford – and lots more. It has a grainy, slightly 1970s feel, and I’m enjoying it very much.