The little spray I keep in the drawer for scraped knees
Kẹo came in from the garden holding his knee with both hands, walking the careful, stiff-legged walk that children do…
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The scent on his coat
There is a coat that lives on the hook by our door, and most mornings it leaves the house before…
Giving the garden back to itself
The patio went first. It always does. A pair of secateurs left on the bench, then a bag of compost…
The cotton quilt that made the bed feel like a room again
For most of the winter the bed was a heap of practical things. A duvet we were not ready to…
The little warm lights that made our garden path feel like an invitation
There is a small stretch of path that runs from our back door down to the garden. Uneven flagstones, a…
