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It’s cold and dark And wet A winter’s evening No time for the garden So I lie in the bath And dream And as I laze Some little imp – angel or demon, I neither know nor care – This … Continue reading
Picked from the garden.
Today it feels like spring I come home early And walk barefoot Across the grass.
I managed to keep some begonia tubers in the greenhouse over winter and potted them up in the Spring. Summer came and other people’s had flowers. My garden had flowers. But the pots in the greenhouse remained just leaves. Eventually, … Continue reading