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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