There is no Shakespearean tragedy when it comes to the Othello Rose. It is instead big, bold and blousey in a romantic sort of way. The flowers are large, a handful in fact. Just the right size to cup and gently hold whilst you give is a good sniff. I... Work this week has been like a shadow I can’t shake off. Every time I turn around it’s there. Watching me, taunting me. Daring me to twist and turn to see if I can shake it off. Despite my best efforts I still haven’t cleared the decks this... Unlike kiwi rail, summer has had the audacity to arrive early this year. When I opened the curtains this morning at 0600 the sun was already our to play shining across the tops of the mountains and making the herbs and salads in the potager glow. 1 December (tomorrow)... When it comes to antisceptics Germolene was always the coolest cream to have. Heaps better than Savlon. You see it was the pink colour I loved so much as a kid even if it did have a nausiating smell. Imagine my delight to come to New Zealand and find a fruit... Our rose garden is bursting into life with the promise of a blanket of colour over the next few weeks. One of the first to bloom was The Land Of The Long White Cloud. So very fitting given it’s kiwi heritage. The old English roses are doing well and bring a... 