To plagiarise myself - With March arrives a hint of wild garlic. It hangs in the air and on the school run I walk past a small private orchard that will soon be a carpet of lush spring green. In April I will pause at the barred gate to breathe in the heady scent and marvel at the abundance.
The first fresh shoots start to push through the earth in la…
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