For years I thought it was just an evergreen sprig until an audience member at the Caxton Club—where I was delivering a lecture—pointed out it was a yew.
Thanks for sharing this, Matt!
Julie Park
"Pressed into the gutter is a sprig of yew. Its significance is unknown, but considering how much walking she reports in her diary for that summer – almost every day during
week 24 (7-12 June)" inscriptionjournal.com/2025/05/12/e...
Eighteeth Century Pocket Diaries as Containers of Life by Julie ParkDownload
