Visiting the summerhouse with all its abundance takes me back to my childhood roots by the West Country coastThe sun shines through the larch and the long grass. The woodpecker calls. A hare loops through the meadow. Henri is here to convalesce in her summerhouse home from home.We are a couple of kilometres from where she spent her childhood holidays. Close to where her mother lived her last years. Here, we grow and garden at a different speed. Any planting is mostly of trees: two larch once only a metre tall now tower over the oak; there are groups of shimmering silver birch, assorted pines and fir. There is an old-school apple tree, a few currant bushes, mainly there for the birds and to make her mother’s favourite blackcurrant jam. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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