My neglected garden is as pleasing as it’s ever been
Soft grass, roses and tangling clematis entwine, all in a year when I’ve never done less gardening.
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Soft grass, roses and tangling clematis entwine, all in a year when I’ve never done less gardening.
ByMany of the poems I write are primarily for al fresco locations.
ByThe bestselling writer asks: can a forest think? Is a river alive?
ByA garden tended to by departed loved ones deserves to be celebrated.
ByIts low-hanging branches are made for childhood adventures.
ByThe head of the Colne Valley on the eastern flanks of the Pennines is visually dramatic – especially when its…
ByIn this dark and fearful spring, they just carry on.
ByThinkers of all kinds have been drawn to it over the decades, and poets are no exception.
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