Sophie Dahl guest edits the House & Garden website
Monday 14 December 2020 There are woods to the back of my house, and in this strange, upside-down year they have been a constant. Constant in the spring, when the world paused, flight paths shut and birdsong rang a rampant swathe through the bluebells and wild garlic. Constant through the now pink, misty mornings of December. I have measured time against these woods for years; the leaves of their trees turning fat and green then later, dusty and heat soaked, to October’s soft russet and winter’s brown husks. At Easter time, I received a letter from a stranger, an elderly woman named Doris...
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