
Spring Equinox celebrationsWhen I was a child I lived on a busy, noisy street close to the train station, in a small apartment with no garden. My bedroom overlooked a neighbour's tiny walled garden, and I liked to sit on the window sill and look at the persimmon tree growing in the centre, and all the…
Creative Notes

Creative Notes
Seasonal observations, garden musings, creativity, and the quiet magic of a simple, slow life in rural France.
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