The Thug in the Rain

This glaringly red poppy, Papaver orientalis 'Allegro', has been in and out of favour with us since we grew it from seed and planted it in the garden almost thirty years ago. So disgusted did we become with it at one time that we dug it out only for some remaining roots to send up … Continue reading The Thug in the Rain


Epitaph on my own Friend

At the funeral of a dear friend today, her husband quoted Robert Burns, "Epitaph on my own Friend" An honest man here lies at rest, As e’er God with His image blest: The friend of man, the friend of truth; The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d, … Continue reading Epitaph on my own Friend