A private garden journal that happens to be readable from anywhere, because paper notebooks get rained on.
Everything here is written for one reader: whoever is standing in the same corner of the garden next year, wondering what was planted, when it was cut back, and whether the experiment was worth repeating.
There is no mailing list, no comments and nothing to subscribe to. Entries appear when there is something worth recording, which is less often than the season suggests.
Older entries are left as written, mistakes included. When something turns out to be wrong, the correction goes into a later entry rather than quietly replacing the original.