It is yellow in colour, as if it wore a daffodil tunic, and it smells like musk, a penetrating smell. It has the perfume of a loved woman and the same hardness of heart, but it has the colour of … Continue reading
It is yellow in colour, as if it wore a daffodil tunic, and it smells like musk, a penetrating smell. It has the perfume of a loved woman and the same hardness of heart, but it has the colour of … Continue reading
I visited an apple orchard last week and was captivated, wandering along the oh-so-straight lines of trees, the shapes and colours of the fruit – all sizes and hues. In amongst the apples were plums, crab apples, pears, cherries. Anything … Continue reading