Anne Wheaton

respect your elders

When an elder bush sprang up in the corner of the garden, I kept very quiet about it so that Bill didn’t wrench it from the ground as he thinks elder is a weed, even though I’ve told him it only thrives near a happy home (according to folklore). The bush isn’t very big yetContinue reading “respect your elders”

birthdays

As a child I always knew my age down to the month. Birthdays were a longed for day, even if we didn’t have big celebrations, because there was often something we could do when we reached the magic age. I was told I could grow my hair long when I reached ten (though ofContinue reading “birthdays”

violet syrup

We’ve had a long wait for spring this year and now as the sun shines, the desire for rich warming casseroles and hearty pies diminishes and we lighten the food a little. The stinging nettles have provided us with a nettle pesto to stir into pasta made with duck eggs, a few Jack by theContinue reading “violet syrup”

ice

Years ago, I saw a picture in a magazine of a beautiful bowl made from flowers and leaves encased in ice. But beautiful as it was, it seemed fairly unusable. Surely it would melt too quickly leaving a soggy mess. Then I found pictures of ethereal ice glasses with delicate flowers suspended in a ghostlyContinue reading “ice”

spring?

We’ve just had two whole days of sunshine. Has spring arrived? The daffodils are blooming, the first of the primroses alongside the bridleway are flowering and I found violets nestled in the undergrowth. Maybe, just maybe, it’s spring time. Over the weekend, Bill was busy on the tractor (rolling the wheat, spraying and fertiliser spreading)Continue reading “spring?”