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.

Crocuses make their appearance in early Spring and remind us of the magic that is waiting out there in our gardens, putting in their magical appearance even as the sun struggles to return to our latitudes.

Here is Roberto's tribute to that magic part of early Spring, in words and voice.

February crocuses

Between your two boisterous brothers,
January and March - you come,
Silver sister February, wearing earth stars in your hair,
Constellations of crocuses in clown colours,
Meadows, on which we rest our mid-winter heads.

Your flowers chuckle in the sun spun light,
That makes the songbirds sing again,
In notes like slowly shooting stars,
Ancestral songs Aquarius
Pours to Pisces from her pitcher.

You comb your circus flowers closed each evening,
Helped by the marquee clouds,
And hush the songbirds to sleep again,
Quietly and carefully,
So as not to awaken any resting, slumbering griefs,
Or to disturb any dormant dormouse dreams.

- Robert Graham

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