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.