Yikes, it’s time for Bloom Day already, and I’ve hardly begun tidying up for spring. There are plenty of areas that probably would look stunning, if only I’d had the time to spruce them up a bit. Unlike the shoemaker’s children with their dearth of footwear, the gardener’s own garden has plenty of plants, but they’re nowhere near as neatly cared for as those she gets paid to look after. So here’s the big picture of the current reality at Hayefield House: Continue Reading →




