I have an oddly conflicted relationship with the wind. At once stimulating, annoying and frightening, occasionally helpful and sometimes strangely comforting. We might learn that a body of air will move from an area of high pressure to an area of low pressure, but that’s hardly an explanation that satisfies our enquiry. Why is the wind, we wonder, and where is it going?
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Winter strips away distractions and, while the skies might seem more vast and the landscape more open in the absence of abundant leaf cover, I find myself drawn to the small details…
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The purple smoke bush (Cotinus coggygria ‘Palace Purple’) wears its autumn colours well. Bright scarlet travels up the stalk of each leaf, creeps up the veins…
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