Bernard McMahon was born in, or about, 1775 in Ireland.
The story so far: Neonicotinoids are systemic insecticides which farmers, plant nurseries and gardeners spray to kill aphids and root-feeding grubs.
A word which has taken its place in the horticultural vocabulary in recent years is the lengthy – and difficult to spell – ‘neonicotinoids’.
I visit the charming town of Garda on the shore of Lake Garda … Lago di Garda, if one wishes to be a tad pretentious … at least once every year and more often if opportunity arises.
The subject of weeds is one which is seldom too far from the forefront of the gardener’s mind.
Sometimes, as I have remarked before, my mind behaves very much like a butterfly on a fine summer day, flitting – apparently aimlessly – from one stopping point to the next before fluttering on.
No, I didn’t know what it is either … until recently.
I have no idea why ‘blaeberries’ burst into my mind recently.
I have, on occasion, referred to The Scots Gard’ner by John Reid, one of the most successful garden designers of his day.
One of the popular varieties of a plant which I know as sedum spectabile is ‘Autumn Joy’.
A man spent three hard days digging a ten-metre trench in my garden to accept the foundations of a small extension we were having built.
At the beginning of August, we … Ailsa and I … spent a most enjoyable weekend with Italian friends in Stonehaven.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a column about a plant with the botanical name Portulaca gilliesii.
One might well describe myrtle … and it might be better to refer to this shrub by its proper botanical name of Myrtus … as ‘the vanishing genus’.
My word processor lives in a room which we call ‘the utility room’.
I am at the moment admiring a magnificent hydrangea which is in full bloom and in full view from where I am sitting at home.
Universities are sometimes regarded as academic institutions.
In my world, Burbank is still the home of the Lockheed Aviation Company.
Earlier this year, Angus Smith described the Kinneil Local Nature Reserve – the Kinneil LNR – to the members of the Probus Club of Polmont.
Earlier this year, I wrote about finding a slug ensconced in our utility room, speculating on how it might have found its way in.