there is life after winter.
I am beside myself with joy,
drunk on sunshine,
and hard work.
Just look at that lovely, crumbly, compost waiting to be spread.
Gardener has emptied the compost bins
and there are dozens of such loads ready to sweeten the ground.
Daffodils and cherry blossom,
need I say more?
Another corner under cultivation.
Weeding and snipping and pruning and propping.
The joy is endless.
Beloved keeps the tea coming.
Millie can’t believe her luck;
this is her first spring with us and she has a wonderful garden
as well as a river on the doorstep.
All her very own.
It’s all good.