Nelly's Garden

They walk among us. But you'd never know it. Unless... Unless their lack of enthusiasm for the Hallowe'en Festival should give the...

Sometimes, when I don't blog it's because there is far too much going on and I don't know where to start. Right now I'm pert...

Whilst messing around with the design feature on Blogger I have accidentally reverted to something referred to as 'classic'. I was ...

It has taken me a little while to get back in the swing of things since my sojourn in England and London. I learned while I was away, tha...

Well, here we are - the night before I leave for deepest Norfolk. I didn't plant the daffodil bulbs or rack the wine. I think it's s...

There is a trip planned for next week and I have an awful lot to do before I leave. Plant garlic. Rack wine. Plant daffodils. Turn up...

Bonnie, March 2009 Bonnie came to us as a neglected and unloved dog who had lived her life on the end of a chain. Her collar, a stiff, ...

This is the last day of my September Every Day Blogging Marathon and I'm feeling slightly jaded. Seeking inspiration, I checked the arch...

Bert says, If there's one thing that will gladden a countrywoman's heart it's a big pile of brand new buckets. He may w...

My youngest granddaughter was on her own today as her big sister was engaged in after-school activities. We ran errands, did homework, watch...

I posted this picture from last weekend to Flickr and my sister, the girls Great-Aunt Jean commented, I can see the influence of Honey ...

Peter landed in yesterday with a huge bucket of grapes from his granny's greenhouse. Haven't weighed them but there must be at l...

Three months until Christmas *shiver*. Anyway, it's not here yet and the last 64 haven't been that hideous, except maybe for a cou...

Camping at Murlough Bay was wonderful. Before we went we had supper from Morton's Fish and Chip shop . As always, it was a long wait so ...

Apparently, today is the end of the world. I'm trying not to worry too much about it as the day is nearly half over and there seems to b...

If this post wasn't called '22nd September' it might well be titled 'Stuck In The Mud' or maybe 'Liar, Liar'. ...

Martha has been hinting for a while now that she wants a pre-loved bicycle to keep at our house. Her 'hints' have, in the past, invo...

Off to Toome this morning fror a wee dander up the canal with two young friends. On the way, I passed the Moneyglass Estate where a good bit...

The 19th September - the anniversary of Miss Martha's birth and the sad, sad anniversary of Shirley's death. That photograph was ...

Martha chose the menu for this evening's meal. She chose chilli - a new favourite and chocolate birthday cake for afters. Her birthday...