Each year, as winter grinds through
its frosty paces, the garden becomes drabber and more forlorn. If it weren't for one generous plant, the scene would be unremittingly dismal. But luckily there is one trusty standby, a plant that seems oblivious to cold and grey, flowering when nothing else will and thereby earning my devotion. Let's hear it for the valiant hellebore:
Cotentin - This chap is one of a small band of grotesques who support the vaults in the little Romanesque church of Saint-Martin, Tollevaste, deep in the pastoral-bo...
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