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Oh, Heavens to Betsy it’s December! It can be a great month, full of lovely surprises.
One month from today we will be mopping up after another Christmas.
There has been a definite change in our weather the past couple of days. It’s much colder.
I am always so impressed when someone takes the time to write a note.
Saanich Peninsula garden columnist offers seasonal advice.
I come to you today as a war horse, an ancient one, but still with smoke puffing out my ears and fire from my nostrils.
It was an open winter, which was great, but spring is spring and there is nothing quite so lovely, or so welcome.
Last week was a lovely one for me, lots of flowers, a few in my balcony garden, but lots more as gifts.
I have the guilty feeling that I should have talked about this a week or so ago
This year I hope to entice Annie to plant a few Pole beans for me
Other things you could seed might be broad beans, corn salad, kale, pac choi and radishes.
This morning I went with dear friends to breakfast and was delighted to see pansies, snowdrops and tulip greenery
I started this a couple of days ago but somehow that column vanished. I’ve heard about cyberspace but don’t know that much about it.
I know I’ve mentioned finding that sprouting begonia in the utility room.
This is such a wonderful time of year, all sorts of nice things going on in the garden and a gardener’s blood starts to boil
I wonder if you can imagine my mingled delight and horror when I found a sprouted begonia tuber growing in the dark, in my utility room
Today it is sunny with lovely, fat white clouds drifting across the sky.
We have survived another mad holiday season and are now into another year. I’m sure we all wonder what 2013 will bring.
Probably no one will have time to read this, as it’s Christmas time, so if it is full of spelling mistakes you won’t see them
Memories, at this time of year they come crowding in, mingling with the smells of Christmas baking, filling me with nostalgia