My garden is slowly awakening from its winter slumber with lots of new growth to brighten my Soul.
My Birch tree shelters these valiant dwarf Narcissi… 202 more words
Even though it happens each year without fail, I willingly forget the surprise of spring. So it can, like, spring it on you.
You plant bulbs in the autumn and think you know exactly where you placed them, but the moment you turn your back they wriggle a metre from where you left them. 525 more words
A resurgent winter has put the kybosh on any notions of it being spring, some chilly weather returning this week. Mind you, it was ‘Imbolc’ a couple of days ago, the ancient pagan festival that marks the mid point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox, celebrating the lengthening days and the early signs of spring. 523 more words