“Step through the Prairie-style Fullerton gate and enter a hidden garden of unmatched beauty. Only bird songs and the sound of a gentle waterfall break the restful silence. Follow the stone walk...
Mrs Digby shuffled into the room on the arm of the professor. He led her to the chair and after a brief enquiry about her health, asked what she could read on the letter chart.
Having recently written about my first garden and a brief introduction to the concept of place attachment, it seems as if this is the right time to share my thoughts about losing my backyard garden.
