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Withered

There is that expression ‘withered on the vine’ which I suppose is meant to mean something has died even though it was attached, or still part of its source of life and sustenance. Some of my sweet pea seedlings have withered. How upset it makes me. The rest seem fine, but because I can’t work out why some have died it makes me nervous for the rest. Will they all go the same way? I have tried my best, but my knowledge of these things, of horticulture in general, is small. Poor loves. What can I do to nurture you better? He, as always, is more sanguine. ‘Tis best to be so, I think.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.