This morning I'm greeted by the first snow of autumn 2016, which falls almost apologetically in a gentle flutter outside. It sheepishly amalmagamates with the contents of an earlier altogether more concentrated flurry, creating a synergy responsible for extinguishing the last remnants of colour dans mon jardin. On TV, a programme of remembrance shows a similar flurry scene, only with poppy petals falling gently... Continue Reading →