“Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.” ~ Geoffrey B. Charlesworth
April already and before you know it….. it will soon be Christmas (sorry). Although before then, we have the seasons of spring and summer to warm our hearts and souls and for autumn to gradually prepare us for the winter months. So we will have no more talk of Christmas, not yet anyway.
In my part of the world we got off very lightly with weather towards the end of winter beginning of spring, compared to the rest of the country but we did a little of the white stuff.
If it was around December/January when the snow hit us, I would of been praying for a lot more but being when it was, I didn’t want to know. Although it only felt like a short length of time of us being covered in a white blanket to the emergence of the yellow and white Daff’s. Some were already showing their faces before the snow hit us but they are definitely looking good after the snow has thawed.
I do like to see the winter and spring bulbs but when it comes to the Daffodils, I never really get over excited by them but this year, I’m enjoying them more than I usually do. I don’t know if this is down to me getting older or the spell of particularly cold weather that came later in the winter? Whatever it is, I’ve been taking more pictures of Daff’s than I usually do…..along with a few other bits and pieces.
“I wonder if the Daffodil
Shrinks from the touch of frost,
And when her veins grow stiff and still
She dreams that life is lost?
Ah, if she does, how sweet a thing
Her resurrection day in spring!“
~Emma C. Dowd
So there we have it some of the happy faces of spring that gives us a warm glimpse of the summer that is just around the corner and the hope we all need.
So why is it that every Wednesday I have gotten into this bad habit that I now have to watch Prime minister’s question time. Is it the age thing again or is it some other strange factor that is making me do this?
I work in several beautiful wonderful gardens surrounded by nature’s gentle beauty, then I go home and watch some very moronic individuals spewing out utter crap. Admittedly, not all of them do this. Although it is a shame you couldn’t harness all the spoken shit from the House of commons, it would certainly make some wonderful natural fertiliser.
So why do I do this every week? I really don’t know. What I do know though, is that I should stay in the garden where everything is true and very real and certainly doesn’t lie.
There’s a song with the same title as this post……funny that.