Janey...
Springlike sunshine, yet the wuthered hawthorn where the stonechats hide is bare
Kit...
Round the rusty hay feeder a stare of cows, the colour of crows, conkers and cream - winter feeding's begun.
Jane...
Branches shift, leaves quiver and fall. Clouds fly above us.
Helen...
Dark soft soil seems to welcome the alium bulbs we push down, dreaming of spring.
Beverley...
It’s November and a patch of hollyhocks is in full bloom.
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