Confessions of a houseplant virgin

Yesterday I bought my FIRST EVER houseplants. Here they are: three string of hearts and an ivy, having a drink in the kitchen before finding homes in amongst the clutter of our house. My husband’s first words (which I had already second-guessed) were: “Let’s see how long they take to die.” And it’s a fair…

Forget the she-shed, I’m hijacking the tree house

I don’t have a garden office – AKA ‘she-shed' (yuk). But I wish I did. Having researched, read and written about them for various clients, I know that I really, really NEED one. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Look at these beauties: Oh yes, THIS is what I'm talking aboutTrouble is, there is NOWHERE…