Winter Harvest
On the claws of my thornbush three woollen twists mark the passage of careless walkers. I expect to see them all winter through, fading slowly, matting in the rain, returning… Read more »
On the claws of my thornbush three woollen twists mark the passage of careless walkers. I expect to see them all winter through, fading slowly, matting in the rain, returning… Read more »