Gardening and Grief
It’s just been snowing here. So I went into the conservatory and stood at the back door to watch it snow. Looking out at the garden, I notice there’s a change in me. Normally, it will get to the month of February and I will start getting fractious and eager to get out into the garden and start ‘doing’. Tidying up the winter ravages, cutting back the annual plants, and smiling at seeing the snowdrops peek through the soil. This year – it’s different. But then so much has changed in the past few months that it’s maybe just those Continue Reading →