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Old-fashioned spiraea that always reminds me of the gardens I played in as a child. I always think its peculiarly dark pinks and greens vibrate together even at midday in the glaring sun. Broad beans with borage. I don’t know … Continue reading →

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St John’s Wort  A friend of mine had a French grandmother. If we were ever out walking around this time of year she would stop to fill her pockets with the little yellow flowers, take them back to her Granny, … Continue reading →

How late the daylight edges toward the northern night  as though journeying  in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell  with, slung from its mast, a lantern  like our old idea of the soul 

I agree so badly with all of this except the last line.  https://www.craigmurray.org.uk/archives/2017/06/britain-flawed-democracy/

https://www.craigmurray.org.uk/archives/2017/06/three-important-facts-tory-economics/

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