Sunday 25th May
I sit back on my heels and brush the hair from my eyes with the back of a muddy hand. I have half-filled a bed with dahlia plants, the rest of the pots are neatly lined up in alternating, offset rows of three and then two, patiently waiting to be planted out too.
A showery morning has turned into a breezy afternoon, clouds sweeping across …
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