The blackbirds are now starting their mating chorus at 3 am; I've got buds bursting into bloom all over the garden and I've developed a hankering for salads. It must be spring in the air. Which is my excuse (we don't mention the p word*) for a small site spruce-up. As you may have noticed, there …
Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
A Dark Feathered Art 