Nature versus Nurture, or My Garden in Thornbury, Bristol, is Blooming Marvelous.

Hello dear readers,

Well I have been away from this blog for far too long. I have been missing all the wonderful play on words you can have with a gardening blog.

As I have said somewhere else, flowers are very much like children; they need nurturing and as I haven’t yet said, they sometimes need digging up and planting in a climate that suits them, whether that be abroad, the other side of the country in a completely different garden, or just the other side of the very same garden they were planted in in the first place; oh and that goes for plants too.

The thing about plants is you almost never get a plant back once you have given it to someone else to care for. With children, thankfully, they usually come back. You are forgiven; they are still thriving and your lack of understanding of what it was they needed in order to grow is almost forgotten as they shine out at you, blooming in spite of your clumsy attempts to help them grow, and even remembering some of all the good and wonderful things you did to help them grow.

There, I have got that out of my system.

Now where were we? Ah yes; plants. Plants are such wonderful things, and with work, as with all things you are rewarded when they finally bloom and cover the garden in all their colourful and joyous blooms.


I have uploaded a photograph for you to show you the state of the front garden only last summer, and now a year on. Persevere and you will be rewarded in the end.



“It will all be alright in the end, and if it isn’t alright, it isn’t the end.”

John Lennon.


The end.


Almost all of this garden was grown from cuttings of plants I moved with me when I moved house, or seeds I collected from plants.

More of this in a month….

All my love,


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