Often out snipping or clipping first thing in the morning, Liz turns her wicked wit on snails and slugs, triumphs and disasters, nosy neighbours and expensive tree surgeons. Here is everything from the joy of a first crocus to the irritation of losing a much loved trowel. No-one manages to take such delightful snapshots of everyday gardening life quite like Liz Cowley. This is the perfect gift for garden-lovers everywhere; a sparkling voice whose wry, astute humour will find fans far beyond just the poetry corner. Read by a panel of her twenty gardening friends for feedback and meticulously checked for botanical correctness, Liz Cowley captures the joy of every-day gardening in the form of poetry.
Liz Cowley is Britain's only humorous gardening poet and has written humorous poetry for many years for her own enjoyment while working as an advertising copywriter on products for women. Her first published collection reached the top of humorous verse on Amazon and was turned into a London and Dublin stage show. She lives in Putney, London with her husband and loves going to flower shows to see other gardeners.
SPRING Where have you been hiding for so long? Here at last A new spring in your step Wildly out of place Butterfly A flop Gone Wallflowers A giant mistake I'm a cuckoo An instant lift Lettuces Blackbird God, that's embarrassing! The belles of the ball A roof terrace You've got permission! Digging deep Health and stupidity A sad tail Tree of heaven Guilt Nails Tulipomania, Holland, s The jay - a true story Latin Why is the willow weeping? A high rise flat SUMMER Failing flowers Picnics Outside in my dressing gown I know I'm not a rarity Ground elder Suburban lament A ballad about a salad My sister's complaint Battleground Living with Leylandii Dragonflies Wasp-watching Nature's a demanding boss An unholy alliance Moving Snails Ugh! Summer in the country Nightmare A growing mystery Rambling Rector Are you named after a flower? A south-facing garden Drought intolerant Mowing Water, water everywhere, and not a drop that's free Allotment wars Hollyhocks Talking to vegetables What kind of soul is it? Herbaceous borders Favourite view Hedgehog A west-facing garden Foxgloves Fuchsias The language of flowers An east-facing garden Antirrhinums For Ray and Onya Chelsea Flower Show Hampton Court Flower Show Sissinghurst Swallow's nest A north-facing garden Buddleia and butterflies Vegetable garden My Mr Gatsby A botanist puts me right I I wander happy, not a cloud Robin My god-daughter Sophie - another true story AUTUMN Autumn Pieris forestii Autumn years Thorpeness, Suffolk Sod's Law The garden centre 'My garden has to be tidy' Leaves me cold I wander lonely as a cloud Elderflower The pond 'Have you noticed?' Garden statuary Bryology Bloody neighbour Gladioli Wildly ignorant A bet Memories of my mother WINTER Winter Wandering off again You're all rotters Poinsettias A potting shed Mary and her secret garden Groan Rubbish Viagra My friend Tricia Abraham Cowley Floating quiche tins Holly A garden graveyard Demented Tennis ball Inside in my dressing gown Mistletoe Christmas, what have I done? Mid January The legacy of plants A happy ending Gardeners have the last word