We are so lucky to live on the West Cornwall Peninsula. The most south westerly peninsular in Britain warmed by the Gulf Stream – the warm air that flows from the Caribbean north east towards Europe and that lends us this unique sub tropical climate. Yet each day as I look down over the courtyard in the morning I still admire the Date Palms for their arching beauty and their ability to transport my imagination to anywhere in the world. Continue reading “Life in the Gulf Stream” »
As I drove out of “our” lane yesterday I realised that I slow down for butterflies as I watched as a tiny blue butterfly flit across the lane, in that curious, undulating flight that butterflies do and disappear safely into neighbouring gardens. I was on the way for our daily B&B shop in Penzance when I saw the tiny insect and stopped to realise just how lucky we are to live off of the main road, along the little unmade track that leads to the small hamlet of houses at Ednovean. The peaceful seclusion away from the traffic and hubbub of the towns is a perfect place to let the dance of the Butterfly lead you towards spring. Continue reading “I slow down for butterflies!” »
I don’t know how it happened but suddenly it’s May. The glorious month that leads delicately into summer, rather like an entree, it temps and tantalises, with the promise of the warm summer days to come. With summer days in mind this week it has been a flurry of preparations at Ednovean farm with odd jobs to take care of to get ready for the May bank holiday weekend. Garden tables and chairs have been scrubbed and benches painted in happy anticipation of long days of sunshine listening to the bees and the whisper of the sea. Continue reading “Suddenly it’s May” »
I can’t believe we’ve reached August already as the year has sped passed us and with August, time for another roundup about the Ednovean Gardens. With the imperceptible turn of the year the sleek black blackberries glow in the hedgerows and the corn deepens from green to gold in the fields, moving with an idle rustle in the breeze and the garden reaches its zenith.