My marvellous Kent Claret vine ... I bought it from Victoriana Nursery to keep my ever-faithful calendulas company. Friend Wendy recommends the grapes for grape jelly.

Happy harvesting … my Great Auntie Bee's watercolour of farming life as it used to be, painted in 1950.

The creative mind in action … Coppicing days, Pheasants Coppice, Bishopsbourne.

History …In the garden of Serre de la Madonne, Menton. Seems I wasn’t the only admirer.

Happy birthday! ... My 50th Birthday Party 9th September 2010 at Jenny's, also with Hilda, Becca, Vittorio, Robin and Yvonne and Bianca - Caprese Michelangelo, Toscana. A very special day.

Birthday girl ... Mrs G picking flowers on the morning of her 80th Birthday, a few seconds before she realised that I had arrived.

Back by popular demand, here is Roberto's verse about the Busker. You can't visit London without seeing him if you travel by train, over or under the capital. He's almost a daily entertainer on the rails, and on platforms, in the huge station foyers, even outside stations, too, almost in all weather.

Roberto was entertained by this icon of the metropolis in the comfort of a carriage. Our poet dug deep, naturally, when the, er, maestro came round for sponsorship.

The verse first appeared here three years ago and has remained a firm favourite with Roberto's followers.

Image of part of  a HealingGardens dot click webpage to illustrate the article.

Busker on the tube

On the mechanical way, to the mechanical day,
Wearing jeans, disappeared at both knees,
You sing for a song, and then smiling, you're gone,
With small handfuls of 'Thank-You' and 'Please.'

You're loved and you're hated and society bated,
For reminding us all of shelved dreams,
And revenge is the fine, and that neat scissored line,
You can see on our smart weekend jeans.


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