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.
Mid winter.
A year I will never forget.
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