alchemilla mollis in the rain – Ciaran The Gardener

The soft mist is relentless, fine droplets rapidly dancing against my face. My initial reaction is to quicken pace, my mission is to retrieve something from my van, the destination a whole 50m away. Just as pull the zip up to its full collar limit, and I grimace in annoyance at the wet world, gentleContinue reading “Emergence into a misty evening”