Three straight days of brilliant sunshine, blue skies, light breezes and the garden is out there rejoicing. I hear the gladsome cries as I step out on to the deck, and it takes but the least little push for me to give up whatever I was planning to do and go and join the celebration.
I have been spending a lot of time in this electric, but strangely peaceful garden.
Mostly bent over, but when I do straighten up, one hand on a
potentially aching back, there is always a smile on my face.
What beauty natures creates as she goes about this pregnant job
of sustaining the species!
The first roses on the pink climber have opened
on the tips of the wandering branches.
and the clematis are leaping up the trellis
two days ago there were no iris in bloom
and suddenly they are all vying for their place in the sun
the evening sun finds its way through the trees
and illuminates the last of the allium
and the blossoms on the tree peony
I sigh with pleasure and go in to scrub my hands that mark me for what I am -
a happy gardener!