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:
`The Most Despised of the Animal and Insect Race' - Our neighbor pointed at an oak branch hanging over the street, thirty feet above our heads: a bird in profile, featureless in the early light. He’d seen it...
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