Not quite what poet Percy Bysshe Shelley said, the full, correct, version that a poetryphile would recognise is “if winter comes can…”. But as I’m not one of those, I had to look it up!
The storms have stormed, the winds have winded, and the rain has fallen, but brave little blooms are beginning to peep.
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng