This article was originally published on Hubpages in 2013. I'm going to slowly transfer all my Hubpages material to here, and this is piece the first of those. Making a DIY Frog Pond Is Fun! Garden ponds add a beautiful and peaceful focal point to any garden. They are easy to maintain and fun to watch, and if you have children, ponds can also be educational. Ponds allow you to do your bit for the environment. Certain aquatic plants are great for attracting moths, which are the perfect food for bats. Birds will bathe in the pool shallows. Water beetles will quickly move in and make themselves at home. And amphibians will prove to be fascinating, especially in spring when frogs and toads need ponds to breed in. Frogs and toads spend much of their lives out of water. However, they often prefer to be near water and will enjoy the shade provided by marginal plants. Building a Pond Building a pond is easier than you might assume. Amphibians need to be able to climb out of the water eas...

  The aquilegia have been glorious this year, bringing washes of colour to my small urban garden. A trip to Carr Farm Garden Centre, in Meols, yielded several new plants which I've already potted on. The clematis Westerplatte (dark red) and clematis Multi Blue (purple/violet) have each found homes in the wooden troughs-with-trellis that I bought last summer, one in each, and they're sharing those with some lavender. A sturdy Dicentra spectabilis, more commonly named as Love Lies Bleeding because of its dangly pink heart-shaped flowers, needed to be re-potted immediately as it had clearly outgrown the pot it was sold in. If all goes well it should flower every year for years to come. I also bought a small tray of pink pelargonium Zonale. Now, until last summer I wasn't keen on geraniums or pelargoniums, (don't ask me which is which!), as I always felt they were too obvious and safe a choice. But then  bargain price tempted me to buy some, and they went on to flower for s...

Jim knows how to make himself at home. He does have a dog bed of his own. Several, even. But given half a chance he much prefers to snuggle down in a soft pillow and duvet. Rosie is still enamoured of the knitted blanket. While he's busy snoozing, I've been busy tweaking my YouTube site, improving video descriptions and creating a few Shorts, all with the aim of increasing viewing figures and subscription numbers. Maybe it's just a matter of persevering? I'm enjoying filming and video-making, anyway. Rosie and Jim had a check-up at the vets last week, and were both given a clean bill of health. Jim weighs 10lbs. He's supposed to be a chihuahua. Erm, right.... A chihuahua crossed with a Jack Russell Terrier, we had supposed. This vet was unconvinced, reasoning that Jim's bigger than a Jack Russell, broader across the back, and with a noticeably wider head. Rosie is more dainty, and weighs 5.3lbs, which is still bigger than a chihuahua but easily smaller than a ty...

The mystery bulb has revealed itself to be a tulip, and a rather pretty one at that. I had found a bulb abandoned on a wall. Nobody was around and there was no sign of any gardening activity, such as spades or trowels on the adjacent lawn. When I passed a second time, later that same day, the bulb was still there. So rather than have squirrels devour it, or let some oik fling it under a car's wheels just to watch it squash, I brought the bulb home and planted it. It was fun, actually, to watch it grow and wonder exactly what it might turn out to be. Obviously too big a bulb for snowdrops or crocus, my first guess was daffodil. Wrong! The green shoot which grew was too sturdy for daffs. Okay, a tulip? Yes, as tulip-shaped leaves emerged from the strong shoot - but what colour? Tulips come in a multitude of colours and forms, some glossy, some with raged edges to their petals. It's been a game of wait and see. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy! Spring has sprung, and what a wet one it...

Rosie and Jim Discover Snow Rosie and Jim give their Verdict of Snow Here on the Wirral peninsula we've had 2" of snow. Our dogs hadn't seen snow before, and so they were eager to explore the garden. They soon changed their minds, especially little Rosie who rapidly scurried off back to bed. The knitted patchwork blanket in the second photo was a bargain find. The wool it's made from would have cost far more than I paid for the finished item. No sooner had I brought it home and stretched it out on the living room carpet to take a better look than the dogs had claimed it as their own, settling down on it and preparing to snooze. They were quite disgruntled when I put it through the laundry rather than just hand it over to them there and then. On Monday 15th January, I returned to my day job after having been on sick leave for five weeks, having developed a horrible chest infection. I've never been so ill before in my entire life. I've lost almost  stone in weigh...

Here are my two my recent paintings. They're both acrylic on canvas.  The smaller, oblong painting is called Into the Trees , while the square canvas is named The Nine Sisters. I feel these show a definite progression in my painting. They form a continuation of my Birkenhead Park series of paintings and sketches, and yet they differ greatly from previous work - less representational, more expressionistic, perhaps.  Anyway, I invite you to let me know what you think of them.   The two photos above show the fuchsias which had seemingly died over winter. Look at them now, in full bloom. Looking at the lower photo reminds me that I must rescue the house leeks which are in the grey Japanese bonsai dish, and which are getting swamped by self-seeded aquilegia. I've had that dish for decades - bought it from The Old Police Station, as it was then called, in Lark Lane, Aigburth, something like 30 years ago, back when Sunday craft fairs were held there. Below is a photo of ...

Bird bath with Crocosmia Lucifer, July 2023 Yesterday I visited the Wirral Society of Arts' members exhibition at the Williamson Art Gallery in Oxton. Entry is free, while the optional printed brochure costs just £2. The brochure gives each artist's name plus the title of their painting(s), and lists their fee. Most work here is for sale, and prices vary from a modest £65 up to £2,300. When I visit an exhibition, I like to do a quick walk-round to assuage my curiosity as to what's there. Then I'll do a much slower circuit, and take a longer, deeper look at the display. Quite often, with a local exhibition, I'll visit more than once. Looking at the work, I was sometimes able to identify which artist had created it without needed to check the brochure. So I was immediately able to recognise Alla Barkova's detailed tree drawings, Emma Dromgoole's joyously colourful nudes, and Janine Pinion's melodramatic, misty landscapes. But there are 85 artists taking pa...

Rosie helping in the garden Earlier this week, at approximately 5am, we were awoken by our dogs barking. The room was full of flashing blue lights and a strong smell of heavy smoke, and we could hear voices outside in the road. We looked out of our bedroom window to see various neighbours in PJs, all looking and pointing in the same direction. Thick black smoke was billowing up the road and one neighbour's dogs were running around in panic, whereas they are usually either in their garden or with their owner. Other neighbours corralled them in one front garden, and a police officer captured a ball of fluffy white fur and carried it over to join its buddies. The fire was quickly extinguished and then all the police suddenly sprinted for their cars and even commandeered an approaching van, or so it seemed, whose driver followed the police vehicles off the scene, all driving very fast. All this took place within a very short time. It turns out that someone threw oil or similar onto our...

Join me on a walk around my small urban garden. Listen to the birdsong, see what's in bloom, watch what my dogs and a neighbour's cats are doing, and generally chill out. No commentary or conversation here, on this video you can simply listen to the calming sounds of nature.

The garden changes rapidly at this time of the year, emerging from near-dormancy to erupt into the fullness of May. We've not altered the garden's layout in the eight years of living here, even though the design is too linear for my taste. Ours is a typical urban garden, a small oblong shape surrounded by high walls and fences, which means each part of the garden gets some shade at different times of the day. I've a pile of unused plant pots waiting for more plants, and at some point I want to create a pond. The one thing I miss about our old house is my beloved pond. I'm no gardening expert, but I've picked up some knowledge along the way. We have introduced a wider range of plants to this garden and aim to continue doing this as, inspired by Claude Monet's example, I plan to turn my back garden into a source of painting ideas. Okay, his garden was on a somewhat larger scale...  If anyone has any bright ideas for the garden then I'd love to hear them.

  The snowdrops photographed in The Arno have almost finished flowering already. They spiral away from the tree trunk, blurring into a more naturalistic planting style nearer to the hedge. This small urban garden in Oxton is maintained by volunteers. Nobody seems sure why it's named The Arno. Possibly it's a corruption of some old Viking word or phrase meaning "high point" or "eagles nest here" - the jury is out. Most of the garden is given over to a series of tidy beds which, when viewed overall, make a geometric version of a rose. Each bed is filled with roses. At this time of the year, the roses look like a snarl of dormant sticks. Of much greater interest to me is the cottage garden border which runs along one side of the park. This holds a variety of traditional plants such as honesty, hellebores and elephant's ears, and a host of wildflowers which have either been deliberately planted or which have have helped themselves to a patch of unmanicured e...

  In-progress oil pastel sketch of Birkenhead Park It has been a very long time - years, in fact - since I had used oil pastels. I'd been tidying up my art studio when I came across them stored away in a wooden box. The photo above shows a nearly-finished piece based on a sketch done on location in Birkenhead Park, where I've been regularly sketching for six years or more. I quite enjoyed using the oil pastels, and so may well turn to them again. The drawing is on dark grey A4 Khadi paper. While tidying the art room I also found two tubes of watercolour so old they'd gone solid. Rather than throw them away, I carefully cut open the tube, scraped the pigment into a large-sized palette, ground it into powder then mixed in some water. This has since dried into two pats of paint, one yellow ochre, the other crimson, which will be put to good use now they've been given a new lease of life.. Our garden seems to be confused. The winter jasmine is now in flower but so are the f...

  The garden's been enjoying the recent rains following a hot, dry spell. Here's the view from our kitchen window, which is currently home to two baby money plants, and an unidentified succulent which has lovely sculptural, fat spines liberally patterned with raised white dots. I've enjoyed watching this lovely lily come into bloom, with its rich shades of orange and russet. The fuchsia behind was one of Richard's finds; he's especially keen on fuchsias. The log was placed over the tub to stop Emily from burying toys in the soil, after she'd already dug the plant up twice. What a shame that lily flowers don't last long. Here's one of my favourites, the crimson "Lucifer" variety of crocosmia. I have two of these in separate tubs, and I suspect they'd be much happier planted in the ground as one of them hasn't flowered at all this year, while they other, the one in this photo, hasn't spread. When I had them in the ground, prior to mov...

Sun and Moon; watercolour, A3 size; Sept. 2020.  A lone sunflower burst into bloom on the edge of our patio, probably a spilled seed from the bird feeder. Not much escapes the attentions of resident wood pigeons and blackbirds, but this seed somehow defied the daily regiments of rummaging beaks to seize a foothold and flourish. Good on ya, lil' seed. So there it was in all its golden glory, bobbing madly in the increasing wind and about to be spoiled. So I nipped out with a pair of scissors and set it in a vase - where it looked pretty daft, actually, all alone on its own-e-oh. The solution was obvious. Very soon it was joined by more sunflowers and some tall white lilies. And then hubby suggested I paint them. Flower painting is not an area in which I have much confidence; it's way outside of my comfort zone. Yes, I've done two flower paintings recently but these are - so far as I can recall - the only ones I've ever done, and I only did these due to being subject to ...

Bee, Happy; watercolour; May 2020. When we moved here five years ago I sprinkled some poppy seeds, poppies being one of my favourite flowers. Typically, the poppies did not grow where I'd cast the seeds. They migrated to the opposite side of the garden where, rather than thrive in the sensible flower bed chosen for them, they opted to cling precariously onto life by plunging their delicate roots between the foundations of a brick wall and a concrete path. Every year they've come up more plentiful so they must like it there. Besides, they enliven an otherwise boring wall. Flowers aren't my go-to choice of subject, as regular readers of this blog will know. However, there they were, bobbing in the spring breeze and looking gorgeous. So I thought why not give it a go? And here's the result, which I've called B ee, Happy.  The painting is on A3 Daler Rowney Aquafine, cold pressed, 300lbs, and I've used a combination of Daler Rowney watercolours with Winsor ...

Bride of Dreams by Adele Cosgrove-Bray; oil on canvas; 2019. My most recent oil painting, Bride of Dreams , is a radical departure from the seascapes and shoreline landscapes which I've been creating over the last two or three years. While  Bride of Dreams  depicts a domestic interior, it also has a strong narrative quality and is laced with symbolism. I won't explain this symbolism to others; I'll leave each viewer to interpret it for themselves. The bride was modelled by Rose Mairs, and the drawings for this came from a themed session for the Oxton life drawing group which I attend. Rose won the photography section of last year's Williamson Art Gallery's Open Exhibition. The cat, Bob, belongs to Janine Pinion, who won the painting section of the same exhibition. I enjoyed a lovely narrowboat cruise along the Shropshire Union Canal recently, on a day which turned out to be the hottest on record. Top speed seemed to be 3 mph, which made a refreshing change ...