SPRING AT SISSINGHURST House hunting in the spring of 1930, the English poet Vita Sackville-West viewed a crumbling castle in the Kentish countryside. Standing in the middle of a cabbage patch she looked up at its romantic, Elizabethan tower, turned to her son Nigel and said;
Read more →Behold the lilies of the field, how they grow…. This is a little tribute to my mother, and to the lilies that grow in my garden, as they once did in hers.. When we moved to our property in the Blue Mountains of New South
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