thegardenimpressionists

A burst of more “creative” writing.

I’d read the hype – new moon, clear skies, planetary alignments, solar eclipse, meteor showers.

This seems like a big moment.

Vignettes from an atypical Welsh summer: The early bird catches the worm.

Utterly bewitching!

The last daffodils finally faded in late May, after the wonderful, cool spring.

It has to be our worst garden weeding challenge.

I scanned a fair few sites to find a suitable quote to begin this post, and felt the lines below best summarised the real joys of April 2026 in the garden and landscape of West Wales: “April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.”

Happy Easter.

Ever the optimist, I’m hoping for the weather to turn in March.

I was going to begin with the crime scene.