I started to hear birdsong again this week. Maybe it was there all along, but I swear I’ve not heard it these last few months. It’s been far from silent though between the cooing of the pigeons, the outrage of the jackdaws, and the laughter of the seagulls who’ve been flying inl…
I remember the moment when I realised how powerful language could be. I was in secondary school and the teacher was explaining pejoration to the class.…
Claire Ratinon
Since I found my way to a love of plants, I’ve felt drawn to anywhere I can be in the presence of horticulture in all its forms. Despite a quiet rumbli…
Claire Ratinon
It’s the longest day of what feels like the longest month in the longest year of my life. The summer solstice is a time to celebrate the sun and marvel…
Claire Ratinon
We watched long-tailed tits skip from branch to branch of a holly bush. We paused with held breath, unsure whether they were yet to sense our presence …
Claire Ratinon
There’s a tree in our back garden that was naked when we got here. It grows out of the gravel, bows low and stretches across the path. On the rare days…
Claire Ratinon
I’ve got notebooks filled with scraps of half-recalled dreams and nuggets of Buddhist wisdom, glimmers of insights from therapy sessions alongside opti…
Claire Ratinon
I’d only just started learning about plants when I first heard your name. I heard stories about you, of the need to look out for you, of the elusive tr…
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What A Time To Have A Garden