The last of the wild hedge roses had dropped their petals and the grasses were turning to seed in the heat of July. I could hear the grass-hoppers as I walked down the overgrown track to meet my friend and the person who was selling her long unused country property.
Turning a bend I came upon the women chatting. A pair of ornate metal gates stood open, held fast by the undergrowth, and they were backed by two splendid magnolia trees in full bloom. Their petals scattered across the track, and the larger one had slightly rosier blossoms and the smaller one had rather creamier ones. [Read more…]