he boundary between the Deanery and its garden is blurring fast. Some days the doors and windows can be left open and birdsong floods indoors. The morning light beckons me outside long before breakfast and points out jobs to be done. Sow another row of salad leaves, some nasturtiums while you are at it, dig out that bindweed, cut back the faded oriental poppy to the ground and
Jim’s Garden Diary
May 17, 2023
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