Thursday, 23 May 2013
A year spent in a wild water garden in the Cotswolds
The cherry tree over the River Frome that flows past my parents' house.
The lake in April, when I was first ill.
And in June when I still felt no better.
But the garden was blooming.
High summer when the teasels are in flower, as are the sweet peas.
September, with the first cold mornings.
October, and I was still ill.
The first snow.
A year I will never forget.