What is more enjoyable first thing in the morning than slipping out to the garden in your dressing gown? Liz Cowley shares this and many other delightful moments as she takes us on a humorous journey through the gardener's year. Laugh through the seasons with Liz's poems, filled with acute observations and bitter-sweet wit. Here is everything from the joy of a first crocus and the frustration of a floppy hyacinth to drought and soaring dragonflies, or wrestling with weevils and being kept awake by the nightmare sound of mating foxes. Written in many different styles from classic to modern, Liz's writing is a voice for all gardeners, even those who would not normally reach for verse.
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