At a time when spring makes a triumphant appearance and the neighbours go hyperactive with their lawnmowers, Wolf wonders how widespread a pastime nude gardening is.
What is now a veritable tree first appeared some years ago as an inconspicuous shrub in the hedge. I am a very liberal gardener and what appears out of its own accord can stay. My attempts at identifying the tree have so far failed.
Sunshine. The air smells of summer. Birdsong the only sound to break the silence. Peace.
This photograph in my series of unplanned portraits tries to capture the spirit of the month of June.
Spring really is upon us now. The garden is colourful and lush and teeming with life.
A late March weekend in my garden at the time of year when the memories of autumn have not yet faded completely and spring is still hesitant about its own arrival.
Stories and photographs from my wildlife friendly garden or, about my wild pheasants and a geriatric mole.
The summer sky in my garden.
Untitled (my garden) by Wolf Kettler.
I did a terrible thing today. I killed Poppy. Cold-heartedly and calculated, I confess.