Spring is new growth, new beginnings. In the old schoolmasters garden plans that once seemed endlessly stalled, now come effortlessly into being. Decisions are made. The garage/shed is finally painted barn red. The rustic structure at the back of the courtyard is finished off – the infill made of loose cross hatched logs sourced from the local area.
There is an excess of prettiness in the country in spring. Swallows mate and nest, abundant lilac sweeps over old rustic fences and the garden is alive with the sound of bees. Everywhere a constant reminder of growth.
In the gravel garden there has been a glorious eruption of irises along the path. A subtle yet heady scent emanates from them- it could be a rare perfume from a small Parisian boutique. A couple of years ago all this was contained in a basket of bulbs- a gift from a friend’s garden. Now all this beauty. Like a real life Van Gogh.
I suppose you could take it all as encouragement really. To keep going – scheming, planting, dreaming. It may yet one day all pay off…