It is coming to the end of the summer and last gasps and thrusting shoots are the order of the day almost as if the plants are saying “if I could only just turn this flower into a seed my work here is done”. The music is an adaptation by Gabriela Montero of Autumn from the Four Seasons composed by Vivaldi. A piece that evokes blown leaves by a gale that never leaves them long in one place but swirls and flocks them to all parts of the garden, only to end up in a heap at the corner of the lawn.
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can…
Pannage is the name in the New Forest for anti-acorn operations, when pigs are allowed…
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We’ve done very well this year, and time to pick the Cox’s Orange which we…
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…