Category: Walking the territory

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

The Territory in Summer

   The garden hasn’t done badly this year, though due to a combination of family stuff, very high pollen levels and a bad attack of harvest mites (horrible biting insects which are common in old gardens, to which I am very sensitive), all of which meant that I didn’t go out as much as I…
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August 26, 2013 0

The Tentative Spring

Although it is now April the wind is still easterly and the temperature is low enough to deter gardeners. I have a lot of seeds waiting to go, but blimey, what’s the point? And yet — here are the first flowers in Lucy’s garden, so something’s happening! I have my first daffodils too. These are…
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April 1, 2013 0


Things are happening in the garden.It’s light now when Lucy and I leave for school. Birds are obviously claiming territories and checking out nesting sites. There has been sunshine today, and I have the washing out for the first time this year. We’ve had the smallest possible helping of the very first broccoli. In the…
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February 11, 2013 0

The First Territory Walk of 2013

This mild weather has brought out the yellow flowers of winter. Who knew? I started a spring cleaning in the herb patch and the greenhouse. And I brought the tiniest possible sprig of wirchhazel into the house. It smells amazing – a cosmetic, slightly medicinal smell, incense and primroses and maybe soap. I made the…
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January 7, 2013 0

The Week of the First Snow

These are old photos, taken about this time of year, but two years ago. That’s because the last couple of weeks have been taken up with family things – our son’s graduation (in nursing – with distinction – which is an enormous pleasure) my mother’s move into residential care, and absorbing the outside school responsibilities…
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December 3, 2012 0

The Week When No Birds Sang

After going on for ages about how the birds have been all over the garden, eating us out of house and home and hawthorn berries, last week was eerily quiet. I topped up the feeders, and they stayed full for days, much to the chagrin of the woodpigeons, who depend on small birds to knock…
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November 13, 2012 0

The Week of the Maple Leaves

At the bottom of the road is a japanese maple outside a cottage (Maple Cottage, would you believe?). It is the last tree to change colour, and almost always the last tree to lose its leaves. But there’s a very blustery westerly gale outside, and the leaves are coming off in bucketloads. This weekend I’ll…
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November 7, 2012 0

The Week on the Threshold of Winter

This pottery witch was made a long time ago by my youngest daughter, so it’s just right to start a post on Hallowe’en! My grand-daughter and I made this lantern yesterday. I know it was a small cultivar – wee be little – but this is ridiculous. It’s a testament to how poor the summer…
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October 31, 2012 0

The Week that Kindled Autumn

Abbey Craig High on the grey rockautumn lights a burning torchoak among alders. It’s like watching a slow fire from my window. The beeches are turning coppery, the birch yellow, the maples red and the sycamores every shade of flame from sepia to bronze. Bringing Lucy home from school is complicated by leaf scuffling and…
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October 23, 2012 2

The Week of the Wild Geese

This is pretty much the view from my window just now.It’s grey and wet and the sky is heavy with featureless cloud. The leaves are turning, thanks to all the frosty nights and clear bright days we had last week and the last apples, too high to pick, are like copper buttons on the trees…
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October 16, 2012 0