Thursday 24 December 2009


A very Happy Christmas and successful 2010 in the garden to all. We've closed the nursery for a few days now although the growing plants will get the occasional look in to check all is well.

This festive scene was captured at the start of the week.

Thursday 17 December 2009

Fuchsia Maternity Ward!


It's bitterly cold now and the forecasters say we could be in for a dollop of snow. Under glass it's lovely and warm - good job as the latest batch of fuchsia cuttings have just been stuck after arriving from much warmer climes.

We work with specialist producers in Africa and South America where the intense light levels provide us with superb starting material. Cuttings can be transplanted and growing on our nursery just a couple of days after leaving the tropics.

The tiny plants seen here were stuck yesterday and within a week or so will be growing away strongly.

Thursday 10 December 2009

Winter Sunset


Looks like we are in for a more settled spell of weather for a few days. If we get plenty of sunshine it'll help the cuttings we are sticking to root quickly and certainly help keep energy bills down.

The Fenland lanscape may not be the most inspiring in winter but we do get some superb sunsets looking towards the back of the nursery.

Thursday 3 December 2009

Plenty going on on a cold winter's day

Its cold and wet and not a bit like gardening weather but (as always) there's plenty going on here on the nursery. The really exciting news is that work has just started on our new greenhouse block which we hope to be using early in the new year. Its main use will be for growing standard fuchsias and no doubt we'll fill any spare space with sweet pea plants as our order book is ever increasing!






Elsewhere we are busy 'sticking' cuttings of fuchsias and other tender plants. Many are surprised that we already cultivating plants that will appear in gardens in the height of summer! The quality of the new stock looks excellent.








Molly has come with me today. She loves running around on the field that was once the old orchard. She would much sooner chase sticks or even jump in the reservoir than sit under my desk as she is doing now.