It's August - which means it's Winter. But my garden thinks it's the middle of Summer because it's getting up to 33 degrees Celsius... *phew!*... hot days! Plenty of flowers blooming out of season!
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
