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.
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp,…
by any other name. Browsing the local Facebook group (useful for local news, gossip and…
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a…