Author Archives: jonathan trustram

lockdown notes

This is driving me mad. This technology I mean. It’s taken me hours to do this

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For the future and the past, snapshots including dog

Some photos with notes Homework first. This is a geranium, Geranium psilostemon Got that? (geraniums are nearly all hardy, pelargoniums are nearly all tender.) 2020 what a great year in the garden. Practically invisible on this phone. Look on a … Continue reading

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My computer is broken

and the helpful man in Stamford Hill Computers is trying to find a mother board, interesting term, but she won’t be arriving for some time. It took me a while to find my password, which I don’t need on the … Continue reading

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Experiencing fully

this post is ruined. god knows what has happened. 26/8/2023 the cover of the Kew magazine shouts out: the new way to WINTER What was wrong with the old way, I wonder. And what is the new way? Well, you … Continue reading

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a celebration

I remembered a trip to the shore of the Thames with a few of the Putting Down Roots volunteers. We went to get stuff for our new rock garden in St George’s churchyard in the Borough, near London Bridge. See … Continue reading

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still in Waterloo

An image of the Imax I found on the internet. Out of sight to the left is Waterloo station. The old Shell building behind the Imax has mostly been demolished and replaced with something much bigger.  In the foreground you … Continue reading

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now and then, november 19th

They’re a bit like a row of prophets or saints high up in a cathedral. And they all appear to be of the same person. The words spell out the message THIS IS MY PARK. ? The ever changing series … Continue reading

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round and round in my head

A nice surprise yesterday, a comment on Peniarth-uchaf and Peniarth Uchaf 2, nearly seven years after I wrote them. I liked that place and the pieces I wrote about it. Here’s the Kardashian building again, which has been nick-named the … Continue reading

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the robin, herbivores in the garden, patriotism, utopia

Bryn Terfel was on R3, a little caption speech for Mendelsohn’s ‘Elijah’ which he listened to at a concert years ago with ‘tears rolling down my cheeks’. I don’t think they roll, do they? not in the sense of turning … Continue reading

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garden notes 34, 2020, Nerines

In the autumn, shortly before ivy flowers, nerines open, and go on for weeks. They like to grow in pots, where they slowly multiply.  The leaves fade in late summer so the flowers  appear on an empty stage. They like … Continue reading

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