“… hath all too short a date:” Sitting here on a cold grey september morning, summer feels like a hazy dream from which we woke all too abruptly. But at least this year we were graced with its presence. My project to document four seasons in a Kentish garden, had been proving tricky to complete. I started with spring back in 2011, followed by autumn later the same year. Winter was on cue in early 2012, but as you no doubt recall, summer of that year was largely absent. The few occasions it did flicker into life, I was either away or too busy. This year presented me with a deadline, as my cousins will shortly move from their home of forty or so years. Thankfully the weather obliged, giving me dawn ’til dusk of perfect light.
