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.
|Budding of the flowering quince|
|I have a yellow crocus for the very first time.|