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.

Are the songbirds that choose to live in and near your garden being catered for properly? Artists often need special attention, you know.

Does your bird table need repairing or squirrel-proofing? Let me do this for you, to ensure a season of good concerts for you this year.

Are your watery entertainers and slug eaters, the toads, and frogs, happy in their aquatic homes? Or does your pond need some maintenance work before the Water Olympics can begin in earnest?

I will be very happy to prepare and / or repair it now for the Spring. Or perhaps you do not have a pond at all? A pond is the best way to enhance the wildlife in a garden, and they are not expensive to make.

Making a pond is one of my favourite of the many enjoyable gardening jobs I do, so I will be only too happy to suggest a site, and to dig and make a pond for you if you would like one.

(I have written several poems about birds that appear in the Healing Gardens poetry section, called Garden friends, should you be in a place in which you cannot hear any songs now and would like to be reminded of their joy right now.)

I remember my basement office in King Street, by St Paul's Churchyard in Covent Garden, where the blackbirds sing; the most important request and duty of my day was to open my non double glazed window, with my telephone off the hook, having dialled the extension numbers of double glazed friends in other buildings, to let them hear their beloved, invisible blackbird sing.

If you do not know it, this place is a wonderful, tranquil green lung in the centre of our city ... old flagstones, no grave-stones to cause introspection, roses, roses and roses - and, of course, the blackbirds.

And smaller insect life too abounds in your garden ... as I hope the poetry here shows.


I have written several poems about birds, friends met in your garden. Should you be somewhere where you can't hear any birdsong now, have a look there and be reminded of their joy.

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