When a man is tired of Stitchworts, he is tired of life…

Apologies to the great city of London (and Mr. Johnson). I’m sure it will be fine. It’s been knocking around for about two thousand years. But I wait for Stitchworts each Spring, and when they arrive, it’s a balm to the soul. Anyway, your botanical mileage may vary. The plants above are Rapeseed; a brassica … More When a man is tired of Stitchworts, he is tired of life…