Monday

To plant a garden is to believe in hope.

Today I listened to lapwings overhead and curlews screaming in the fields. I clipped and trimmed overgrown hedges, winkled out little weeds hiding in the cobble stones and cut back dead winter foliage.

Despite the gloriously warm spring sunshine on my face, the puddles on the lane were still frozen.
A quiet calm swirled about me, giving me a sense of 'normality', giving me a breathing space. The owner of the garden and I stood a very respectable distance apart and peaceably discussed life.

We said our good byes.

I then worked in my own garden. Sowing seeds - a promise of new things. 

I listened to blackbirds and robins conversing from the tree tops, the jackdaws cawing and chattering as they flew overhead.
Fat sweet pea seeds were dropped into chocolate coloured home made compost, bamboo canes, freshly cut from a large clump in our garden turned into supports.
Crisp black and white almond shaped sunflower seeds pressed into soft potting soil in shallow trays.
Tiny peppercorn-like seeds dropped into drills - promising radish in three short weeks.

Little things, gentle things, positive things - so important, especially now.   Especially now.

Stay safe xxx