Although it concerns me that spring
has come much too early this year (after all, these crocuses have been blooming
in our garden since I returned from Australia), I can’t help but feel genuine excitement
as I wander around my garden.
It’s always the same during those
first garden strolls at the weak end of winter, seeking out the shoots of
daffodils, blossom buds, and the first leaves. It feels like reclaiming something
wonderful: full wakefulness within the moment, a sense of hope and promise, a
pause just to be and really enjoy it.
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| Budding of the flowering quince |
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| I have a yellow crocus for the very first time. |
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| Lovely snowdrops |
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| Spearmint |
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