Across The Weeping Birch Bed

On another warm yet mostly dull day Jackie continued planting, including various pots, and mending the bed into which I fell beside the Heligan Path two days ago. She had been most concerned about the foxglove which, after she had extricated it from beneath my shoulder only lost a couple of leaves. I can nowContinue reading “Across The Weeping Birch Bed”