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.

The worst of winter seems to be behind us - hope's a wonderful thing - and there's magic in the air. Look up at night and it might be the international space station. But by day and it just might be absolute magic, magic known by our grandparents back to Stonehenge citizens, and even before.

Our Poet went off to see English Heritage's restaging of the Battle of Hastings. The re-enactment of the 950-year-old battle by a thousand soldiers drew lots of applause. Our Roberto saw it, and was inspired.

All the facts in this poem about Ella Harding, RFC (later RAF), and her work at the aerodrome and the gifts given to her, are sourced from her diaries at the Imperial War Museum. Other dates are historically accurate, too.

Does anything in the household inspire more groans than lawns do at this time of year, especially in this early summer of rain, rain, and even more of it?

The calendar reads 'early Summer' but the weather itself seems to have a rather different plan this June: rain by the reservoirful, cloud to make night of day, and of course ... wind. Fortunately the conditions vary over the kingdom, and the month is young.

The seemingly never-ending Spring rains might remind us of sailor Noah, but good news springs between the torrents and encourages beauty. Roberto, sheltered under a brolly more than likely, has been observing.

The lovely Emma Hawes, arrived on this challenging planet on 23rd February thirteen years ago. New life, new hope, brightens the spirit of us all, and this growing gem has certainly moved our poet Roberto. Here's his tribute to the amazing Miss H.

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