Our garden is truly over-run by these poppies and I spend a lot of my time trying to dig out their enormous roots. But when the flowers come out, as they just have, I have to admit they look pretty nodding under the apple tree, which is currently covered in the palest pink blossoms. Yesterday, my son presented me with this bunch (picked with the help of his grandmother.) I’m surprised by how lovely they look on my windowsill.
I started blogging after the birth of my first child. Since I stopped working, I realise I am defined far more by my relationships than by what I do. So, I am: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. View all posts by Amy