Joe's Diary

Spring has arrived. Actually, let’s rephrase that a little. Spring was meant to arrive. Alas it snowed and rained and rained and snowed. But just because spring hasn’t arrived yet doesn’t mean it isn’t coming. It is. It’s just running fashionably late which, in gardening speak, means it’s about two-three weeks behind schedule. No. it’s [read more]

If you’ve been an adult for longer than six minutes, then you’ll know this whole being a “grown-up” thing isn’t the freedom you hoped it would be. You quickly learn that three takeaways a day is not feasible, mobile phone games aren’t that fun and having a bedroom floordrobe is a nightmare. Yup, eventually, we [read more]

It may have been sporadic, but there have been some serious bursts of sunshine recently, like real sunshine, and of the warm variety too. It’s not quite been t-shirt weather or anything, but we’ve definitely been out and about without a coat on and that’s got be worth a few hip-hip-hoorays at the very least. [read more]

“Mirror mirror, on the wall,” said the gardener. “What is the most hidden lawn issue of them all?” “Hmmm,” The mirror replied. “Is it weeds and moss?” Asked the gardener. “Ah, no.” “Speedwell?” “Nope.” “Okay, is it pests?” “Nah.” The mirror chuckled. “Disease?” “Ah-ahh.” “Redthread?” “Negative.” “Ants?”. “Sorry, but no.” The mirror said shaking its [read more]

If you’ve ever sat down to watch a game of football or cricket and found yourself admiring the stripes on the grass more than the actual sport then, it’s official, you’re a keen gardener at heart. Don’t worry, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. We much prefer pondering the groundsman’s technique than questioning the manager’s [read more]