This is the time of year, by Britta Benson

I’ve got a gardening poem for you today, bit of a trip down memory lane. Then and now, life in all its layers. Sometimes it feels like time, too is layered, not linear. This is the time of year This is the time of year my dad would gather seed catalogues on our coffee table,Continue reading “This is the time of year, by Britta Benson”

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