Deborah Westbrook

“and using as edging some of the small stack of old bricks I found under a hummock of ivy in the corner. Another bed was earmarked for my baby Brown Turkey fig tree and I hoped the plum tree in the middle – if it was a plum – would burst into leaf and fruit eventually. It was all very exciting – to me, at any rate! And all the exercise was good for me too, because I had to go and soak the aches away in the bath afterwards, lying like a slightly strange Ophelia among a scattering of dried attar of roses-scented geranium leaves. The nicest thing about living in Sticklepond was that Poppy could drop in much more often, after meetings or whenever she had”
― Trisha Ashley, Wedding Tiers / Sowing Secrets / Chocolate Wishes