Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Anything except temptation

I love Timber Press books. If you have any sort of garden book collection you surely have at least one of their titles.

I don’t look at their website very often. Not for any other reason than that of temptation. It’s a bit like offering the late Ollie Reed the keys to a branch of Threshers off-licence.

Of course they have oodles of info about all their books, but they also have a daily horticultural question competition that enters you for their monthly book draw.

I do find the questions are generally very interesting, stroke, challenging in their own right, even if you don‘t enter.

I have entered this a number of times, because I do not have enough books, but have yet to win.
Which is probably God’s way of telling me I have plenty of books.

Sunday, 7 December 2008

Book Clubbed

I should have mentioned this a while ago when I discovered it.

But if you pop over here, there is a Garden Book Club.

Undoubtedly of interest to all garden book lovers, but possibly more so to the Stateside bloggers as it would be easier for them to take part.

It seems to have gone to sleep, but will I guess spark back into life now winter is almost upon us.

If I had anything about me I would have started a UK oriented Garden Book Club.

That said, my experience of book clubs is that they involve a vociferous argument over what books to chose, a prolonged period of silence, followed by a round of mild-bulling dirceted at those members who have signed up and not actually read the book yet.

Or in some instances even remembered what it was, much less bought it.

I bet they do these things properly in the States.

Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Free book!!

Win a free book!!

Oh Yes!!

Go here to find out how.

Humby, like the Wolfe

As I mentioned yesterday over on my eponymous blog, I have just acquired a copy of Kensington Gardens by Humbert Wolfe.

I bought it largely because it had a poem in it about the Hawthorn, my favourite tree, but it does also have quite a number of others about trees and flowers and also this which I like a lot:


Said the old deaf gardener
"I'm wore out with stoopin'
over them impident

sword-blue lupin

Look at 'em standing,
as cool as kings,
and me sopped to the middle
with bedding the things."