Spring, the Garden, One Year On.

The beech hedge from my studio window.

If I had a magic wand my garden would have huge, curvy topiary forms = living, evolving sculptures. As it is, I have grown many of my modest sized topiary plants from cuttings. Earthworks that echo their archaeological predecessors.

The shimmering forsythia is revelling in the light. I can see it from my studio window.

23rd March 2021. A year of Covid; A Day of Remembrance. A minute’s silence at midday. Could we ever have imagined this?