I was determined – so deposited the growbags in the greenhouse. Luckily the robin ignored me and carried on feeding her young in her nest behind the fertilizer and the weedol, while the grumpy toad hid in a flowerpot until the latest upheavals were over. After last year’s fiasco with the bumble bee nest in the doorway I still wonder is there really any room in this garden for me?
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
Ann Perrin 