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.
Three months into playing in the tunnel, what is it looking like? https://youtu.be/L9Da85uCQUQ?is=4wKPIP_pLAxEz5gp
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…