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When lives are in flux, house plants are a source of constancy and calm.
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When lives are in flux, house plants are a source of constancy and calm.
By Alice VincentSoft grass, roses and tangling clematis entwine, all in a year when I’ve never done less gardening.
By Alice VincentOne of the hardest things about my strained back is my lack of agency.
By Tracey ThornA garden tended to by departed loved ones deserves to be celebrated.
By Alice VincentThe cravings to fill the house with tulips and white narcissus are irresistible.
By Alice VincentThere’s much more to it than wafting around in a kaftan.
By Alice VincentIt’s time to tear up the horticultural rulebook and indulge in curiosity.
By Alice VincentBut most of what we want can’t be bought.
By Alice VincentWe may not be able to stick around long enough to enjoy the fruit of our labours.
By Alice VincentIt’s taboo to say, but I’ve felt a disconnect from the thing I pour hours of labour into.
By Alice VincentThe joy of the simple pelargonium.
By Alice VincentDoing nothing is the antidote to declining insect populations.
By Alice VincentOften I find myself picking among jettisoned debris, looking for incriminating documents, but rarely with any luck.
By Simon ArmitageMany raised their eyebrows at the sex scenes; I was outraged that anybody thought wisteria, apple trees and roses bloom…
By Alice VincentA focus on rewilding and sustainability has not diminished what the world-famous garden show does best.
By Alice VincentOlivia Laing and Richard Mabey reveal the joys, crises and politics of making a garden of one’s own.
By Kathleen JamieAlso this week: AI enters the classroom, and the British obsession with gardening vs Brexit red tape.
By Jeanette WintersonI’m no birdwatcher, but I was glued to the garden, willing on the fledgling great tits like my own offspring.
By Tracey ThornOne of the beautiful things about gardens is that they are continuously being made anew.
By Alice VincentThe marvellous front gardens near Kew leave me in awe of those who managed to grow tulips this spring.
By Alice Vincent