April is the cruellest month ….

  A poetic diversion, since the first lines had been running around my head and, down the rabbit hole, the rest had to follow ... The Waste Land T S Eliot I. The Burial of the Dead                 April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring…

A few more things ….

A catch-up from a very warm and sunny day at Petersham Nurseries, capturing a few images in my lunch break from the benches and Cutting Garden - and then as I was leaving in the evening, with golden sun strafing across the flowers. One or two images sneaking in from the previous days' batch and…