Black magic


Definitely a sign of autumn when  the Good Lady without warning but with much gusto launches herself on the compost heap. Twelve months have passed since last autumn’s fallen leaves were cast into an open-slatted box and in that time, they have magically transformed into wonderful, friable leafmould. The Queen of Compost  then lovingly carts barrows of the stuff to the rose beds, where ably assisted by some rather over-enthusiastic hens, this organic Maundy money is  distributed amongst the needy rose community and over much of the surrounding lawns by the Queen and her entourage. One heap down, two more to go!

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