Plant Journal

    I won a contract with Natural England to monitor the recovery of Bolton Fell Moss, a cut-over bog in the borderlands.  I pulled on my wellies and went forth along a peat-baulk, the diggers still there, last few … Continued

Nobody calls them windflowers, either, though the link with anemometers is pleasing.  The thing about wood anemones is that they get a very creditable bronze medal in the vernal woodland spectacle stakes, after bluebell, and, shooting up the charts in … Continued

Adoxa;  A-doxa:  without doxa, as in asymmetry, asexual, atheism.  So doxa is apparently glory, yes.  It kind of makes sense given orthodoxy (look it up), Chionodoxa, the glory-of-the-snow, replete with its hyphens unlike what might otherwise have been the glory of the … Continued

Someone said a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. This is how I feel. As I write neat sheets of snow fold themselves at the foot of the solar panels, sliding and refreezing in the uncertain … Continued