Ann Won The Contest

Leaving Jackie prancing, sans crutches, about the house, on another glorious morning I wandered around the garden, down the lane, and along the footpath between the fields of Roger Cobb, the only local farmer who respects ramblers’ right to roam. Rising above our front fence, we now have a clematis Diversifolia Hendersonii. In the mainContinue reading “Ann Won The Contest”