On the changing of the clocks, grief and the garden
Reflections on navigating this tricky time of year
Photo by Karolina Badzmierowska on Unsplash
My late husband Rob loved to garden. Right now, in the changing of the seasons, he would be out there pruning, large, calloused fingers running along the rose bushes, muttering something about newts, gathering leaves for the compost heap.
I would see the top of his shaved head, the shadow of his tall frame lopi…
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