Spring flowers gladden the heart
This morning dawned bright and sunny with leaves bursting out on the trees and birds singing their heads off against a blue sky.
A letter in The Times referred to the “first mower sounds of the year” as if they were somehow related to cuckoos.
Understandable as in Britain we tend to think of the lawn as integral to the typical garden – and the smell of newly-mown grass is evocative of all that is British.
There is nothing as delightful as a bed of nodding flower heads in a border against the green of a well-groomed lawn.
Whether it’s in the garden or the park the sight of grass and flowers in the sunshine is a sight to gladden the heart.
Beautiful edges, pristine gardens and sublime green grass are the cement that holds our gardens together.
Oh to be in England (Wales, Scotland and Ireland too) now that spring is here.
The spade is in my hand, the seeds are ready for sowing and a new gardening year beckons.
What bliss.
