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 frosts.

The first snow.

Mid winter.

A year I will never forget.

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