One of my American friends messaged me a few weeks ago, sounding wryly amused. “The enthusiasm you Brits have for our serviceberry tree!”

I’m all for a bit of mutualism, in the garden as much as anywhere else. Quite what the ants are getting up to on the ripening buds of the paeonies is often a cause for alarm…

Two days left of spring, and the sun has arrived in time for the Whitsun bank holiday…

Just a few feet away from the salvia we’d thought lost, a culinary relative is spilling over the edges of one of the raised beds…

Everything in the garden looks fresh just now – even the elder, coming into bud…

No Mow May is going fabulously in my garden, at least from the lawn’s perspective…

Greeting old friends you’ve not seen in the garden since before the winter is always an occasion for joy, though this time tempered with an extra layer of emotion…

There is to be a reckoning of tulips. Normally everything stays put in the ground…

I’ve been waiting patiently for cow parsley (Anthriscus sylvestris), that froth that sits along the edges of roads and woodlands…

I’ve always thought the name Veronica Speedwell sounds like a character straight out of a sixties spy novel…