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.
The seeds of peace planted within self sprout everywhere
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Exploring the world of ideas through books
A garden set in the Wye Valley
From where I stand...
Sharing the wild
Enlightenment Through Photography
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where botany meets the cutting board
Notes from a wildlife-friendly cottage garden