Garden Journal: 19.05.2025

A post I intended to write tomorrow

omgomgomgomgomg omgomg omg.

I am out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I spent this morning at the Barn planting up the now hugely improved pre-existing bed. I was unsure what to do with it having expelled the incredible thicket of volunteers. But then the gaps left behind started to look to me like a pathway. Thus an idea was born, a terrifyingly expensive trip to Burford Garden Centre was put on my credit card (I know. Don’t.), and two days of digging and mulching ensued.

I’m really thrilled with it. But that’s not what I came to tell you about.

I just got back to London after two weeks at the Barn and holy shit. Two weeks of relentless May sunshine and the whole place has exploded.

Not literally. In fact,

Jo Thompson

’s team have taken stunningly good care of the place while they absolutely worked their socks off building the incredible Glasshouse Garden.

But just as I have been picturing for two weeks, all of the pouting, puckering buds I left behind have let loose. The garden is unfastened. The orgy has begun.

I meant to wait to sober up from the glorious abundance and write this tomorrow. I meant to wait and take pictures in better light. I meant to wait until I had spent some time tidying it up. I meant to wait.

I COULDN’T WAIT. LOOK!

There’s a cherry on my cherry tree!

Those of you who have followed along for a while know that this crazy scheme has been in the planning for quite a while - more than six months - and seeing it start to bloom in all it’s ridiculous, fruity glory is joyous.

You may get another post on the exact same theme tomorrow. Taking pictures at dusk doesn’t do it justice, I don’t think.