HE people best able to describe landscapes, gardens and nature are poets and storytellers. When you read one of the greats, such as Ted Hughes or Mary Oliver, the descriptions they weave are not just visual; they include sound, scent, touch and personal feelings – things that seem to connect to a deeper, less inhibited part of our memory. We all know these moments: the scent of fresh cut grass or a bonfire, the sound of our boots scuffing through autumn leaves or two doves cooing in the summer; they take us back to our childhood,
