Friday Favourites
The perfume of the lilacs came in little puffs on the crystal air. L. M. Montgomery (Magic for Marigold) This evening the scent of lilacs...
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February has never been a favourite month. Growing up in more northerly climes, it seemed that winter had made herself too comfortable and...
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While working in the garden on a sunny day, I noticed these tiny Trumpet (Cup) Lichens growing on some old wood. No more than 2.5 cm in le...
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The stars are always above us, swirling in the vast reaches of space, hidden by clouds or, more frequently, by light, that of the sun or o...