Two crises, two gardens
May 13, 2020
2 minutes
It was wartime. Death stalked the skies over Britain as my grandmother taught me the names of the flowers in her country garden, a litany of the seasons: bluebells, snowdrops, and aconites in the spring; roses and clematis in summer; dahlias and chrysanthemums in autumn. These were among my first words, and they come back to me
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