Under the naked beech tree canopies, through a deep bed of last year’s beech leaves, emerges Hepatica nobilis–noble indeed. I know that this harbinger of Spring is never wrong. My eyes drink its beauty, its promise.
The garden is out there. Grow boldly.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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A garden set in the Wye Valley
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Poking my nose into nature
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where botany meets the cutting board
Notes from a wildlife-friendly cottage garden