Why I feel better
At the end of my childhood garden stood an apple tree with a branch so low that it was possible …
February: a colourful month
Born in February, my mother was a loyal advocate for the beauty of a lovely day in this month. It …
Snowdrops: a symbol of hope
Modest, white flowers grow across the extensive village churchyard. Finally, the snowdrops are in bloom. In the Victorian language of …
Candlemas: turning to the light
Candlemas, and we are given a little candle each as we enter the 12th century church. ‘This,’ says the priest, ‘is …