In Scotland we may have entered a new phase of strict lock-down, but no-one has told the plants. It is but January yet wee determined buds are appearing, unstoppable in their following of a different law. And my heart rejoices at their return.
Bletherings
A glisk
'...only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.' Mary Oliver, 'The World I live In'
Late Fruits
As the days shorten and light dims, there are yet glories and comfort to be had. This, a gift from a jam-making friend, from a species of quince native to Asia but which has nevertheless made a home in my Scottish garden, adding a mix of subtle piquancy and thorniness, bit like our national character,… Continue reading Late Fruits
