My secret garden in the roof tops

Grass-less sky-scraped secret   we listen to the trees river-dance on wood   plant a colour palette – Viburnum, Geranium Busy Lizzy, Stock   hide from everyone but the birds   the city almost too far away to notice   my garden in the roof tops.   Inspired by Rebecca’s response in the Get Involved [...]

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Triangle

In the winter, it was nothing much to look at – a scrubby triangle of grass studded with cans and crisp packets. But on a day like today, with the sun glinting off the broken garage windows at the back, and the tree thick with leaves and the tiny, spiked beginnings of conkers – on [...]

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My Secret Garden

At the end of the street where I grew up, there was a black-painted wooden door in the middle of a tall brick wall. The wall stood amongst a row of suburban semi-detached houses; there was no crack to peek through, and the wall was too high to climb up and see what lay on [...]

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