The perfect evening – Plum and Ginger Cordial
Ingredients for a very fine evening One hot summer evening filled with bats and crickets and the smell of freshly watered earth. One sturgeon moon rising…
Summer’s end’s nigh
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee— Emily Dickinson Golden days. I love this time of…
Hottest: wishful thinking
It’s still hot. It’s not even shimmering heat – it’s just curl up and die heat. Our garden is not faring well – but it’s a…