Syon Park

Little Hell Flames…

Poppies in July Sylvia Plath Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm?   You flicker. I cannot …

Blue mist…

The wildflower meadow – an avenue really – at Syon Park. Just getting going nicely after a little heat..

The Apprentice

Just me and a few thousand roses – English roses, Austin roses, Hybrid Teas and Floribundas, Bourbon, Alba and Portland, …