Peony
My Mother’s favourite flower and ours, the fragrance of the older, un-varagated forms are unbelievable, full of pepper and happy memories.
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It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
Early Sunday
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden.
Daffodils awake
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.
Sunday
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel.
