“The garden is never dead, growth is always going on and growth that can be seen, and seen with delight.”
Canon H. Ellacombe (In my Vicarage Garden and Elswhere. 1901)
Flecks of buttery yellow and russet, splashes of crimson and sherbet greens.
Poised against the grey sky, the sagging bunting is reluctant to loose its grip
but is already being elbowed out by next spring’s cheeky pink buds.