Gardening is in my genes (I nearly said greens!).
Bogey Man
Flat. Featureless. Unfathomable.
So began the shape of danger which morphed over the years into different, more recognisable forms. My bogeyman became variously a thief, a rogue, a soldier, a natural disaster; a noxious substance and then a malaise of the heart.
Bursting Cloud 9
The scenery is picturesque – a wriggling green blanket of grass as if covering a giggle of children. Continue reading “Bursting Cloud 9”
A Bright Spot 
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