And no digital trickery went into the hand stand or telegraph pole jump.
Fruit?! I know, I know, you just want to see the sewing but I wish to draw an analogy and so I beg a minute of your time kind ladies and sirs.
You see, it occurred to me as we munched our way through possibly the last bowl of home-grown, organic, free-range, cruelty-free strawberries that there is a connection between sewing and strawberries. No, it is not to do with the much discussed price of a bowl of strawberries and cream at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club. Nor do I mean that my sewing is prone to aphids and mildew. What I realised as I ate the last of our garden-grown strawberries is that, although they were delicious, they have required some considerable effort:
In the autumn I tended to the individual plants, making sure they were weed-free and had plenty of space. In early summer, I…
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