Climbing companions
Jun 14, 2022
2 minutes
KNOCK on my Aunty Frankie’s door, morning, noon or night, and she’d put a meal in front of you faster than you could say, “But I’ve just eaten.”
I’ve been thinking about Aunty Frankie’s ability to find space at her table (and demand you find it, too) as I’ve been planting clematis
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