ULLED by recent blue skies, I was lured into the garden and forced myself to consider the borders. I have to confess that the beds have been horribly neglected. My excuse? That the house was swaddled in scaffolding from early August until November. Although the scaffolders kindly positioned their planks between the roses and shrubs, the work took its toll. At first all seemed bearable, the little ‘Abendglocken’, which I have been nursing for more than a year, survived unscathed under a wire cloche, but, as
Seeds of summer
Jan 31, 2024
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