n this, the third day of my week-long staycation, I’m up with the larks to soak in more of the early summer garden. A gentle breeze, warm and comforting, rustles the large swathes of cow parsley – an overlooked weed by some, but a symbol of summer’s entrance and the promise of a fresh season to me. I will let today unfold without a rigid plan; instead, I aim to give in to the whims of the moment, in an effort to balance the many
