where I would wander if I might from dewy dawn to dewy night.
William Morris (1834-96)
I am so very aware that if I don't seize the moment and do
something in my garden I will miss that lovely autumn boat.
So I am in a flurry of scheming and trying to visualize. Before I
plant various treasures, which will hopefully grow
and flourish over the winter. For now I have my nose in various
gardening books, engaged in that pleasurable act of planning.
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