What could be better than a shrub that flowers in mid winter and has one of the most heavenly perfumes imaginable? Well, it is better if the flowers match one’s dress. Milly insisted I include this little poem; All about the daphne bush the happy fairies went,
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There is a reason why the Blue Mountains village of Blackheath is affectionately dubbed Bleakheath. Recently someone (not mentioning any names, Kim) asked me to write a winter post. So here it is. My husband often has to venture out with the kettle to defrost the bird baths.
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