The Gardens In-between

Sic transit gloria mundiĀ  - Northern summers are short and as August begins there is a whiff of autumn on the horizon. The days are already growing perceptibly shorter, but the glory of the machair flowers still lights up my in-between garden. Between my house, the sea, and Croft Garden Cottage lie over 18 acres… Continue reading The Gardens In-between

April Morning

The world was very quiet and still; during the night the north wind had rested and its breath had spread across the grass leaving each fragile stem festooned with diadems. A series of whistles announced the arrival of the first visitors - attired with copes of gold, velvet black waistcoats and carnival masks they alighted… Continue reading April Morning