Like most people across the UK I awoke yesterday to a Winter Wonderland. Grateful that I didn’t need to drive anywhere, I layered fleeces over my pyjamas, grabbed my wellies and my camera, and ventured out into the magical hush of fresh snow. There’s nothing quite like the sound of that crunch underfoot. The white…
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At this time of year the grasses in the pond border really come alive. The intense yellow of the dying Molina foliage visible at the far left above glows on even grey damp days, and the pale straw of the Miscanthus blooms provide a lovely contrast to the fire of the Acer palmatum ‘Atropurpureum’ in…
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