There were many warm meetings of minds in the garden this morning, despite last night’s frost and an early mist.
It rained the last two nights.
In the pursuit of pretty, there are two kinds of gardener who wilfully apportion several weekend evening hours to hosing down their lawn, in a heavy storm, on the darker side of dusk.
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
The novelty of alliteration, discovered in childhood (a time that often seems like a million years ago to me now) never really faded.
The last of the early Spring bulbs have gone over now.
As February gave way to meteorological Spring I felt happily satisfied that I’d managed to get a decent head start on this year’s gardening calendar – my first full horticultural Season in our new garden – by doing a lot of the groundwork over Winter.