THESE LAST FEW YEARS HAVE BEEN eye-opening in various ways to us all, but something that has definitely come out of it for me is the power of my back garden to lift the spirits. There is nothing better than exploring a corner that hasn’t been weeded in a while, or visiting my log pile to see what lurks there. But there is one area that everyone avoids. To best explain, I wrote a poem about it, which I would love to share with you…
At the end of my garden there’s a spiky
plant.
No one goespartly due to the needle-like leaves,partly because it’s in the dark shady bit,under the trees.
