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September at Malus Farm brims with blackberries, falling apples, secret damsons, and a storm that blushes roses pink. From squash rosti to surprise blossoms, join me in a garden alive with abundance, mystery, and a spaniel on the forage.
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Rain-splattered sweet peas, wild meadow paths, and stolen moments in hot hammock. Join me for a week of chaotic beauty in an English cottage garden where perfection is considered significantly overrated and self-seeders rule.
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This week has been one for hiding indoors. The beginning of the week too hot even for gentle hoeing. The end of the week brought thunderstorms and downpours. The week that had everything, including dilemmas about weeding, some beautiful light, and the perennial question: tidy hedges or happy bees?
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Summer's sweet pea perfume fills the air while disappointing plants teach hard lessons. With opium poppies setting seed and bees humming their happiness, I find solace in using my incidental harvests for cake.
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The air hangs heavy with heat, and I garden only at the ends of the day. And yet, in the dappled hedge, the squirrels are quietly at work, burying hazelnuts and sowing tomorrow’s nuttery with reckless abandon.
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Have you ever had a feeling and can't find the word to describe it? As one season hands over to another, there's more going on than meets the eye!