Remembering Dolly and the nurture of nature.

Remembering Dolly and the nurture of nature.

It is Autumn now and I still really miss her.  Every morning, that leap of joy as I went downstairs to see if she was still with us, and in the warm, soft evenings, talking gently under the tree, her eyes following me, knowingly, wise beyond her years.  She...
Retreating from the world.

Retreating from the world.

I can’t leave the garden this evening.  It’s not a large garden – the size of some people’s kitchens, where they cook in front of friends and serve “supper” at the table, a happy, chaotic mess, wine bottles strewn around, pans in the sink, kids...