Strawberry Fool
May 22, 2019
2 minutes
One of my early gardening memories is of coming back from a party in Oxford in a white dress with bare shoulders – it must have been May – and realising there was going to be a late frost. I went back out into the garden in the small hours (still in the white frock), and covered the strawberry flowers with fleece.
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