March 2012

Sometimes I adore my garden so much it is a case of truly, madly, deeply.

All on its own, with no thanks to me it unfolds before my eyes…
New leaves are dusting the contours of clipped box and euonymus with lighter shades of green and blurring the edges of stems and boughs with bright young foliage. Petals are falling softly from the pear tree and apple blossom is on the verge of breaking. The air is sweet with the scent of narcissus and fresh after a day of showers in what is promising to be the sunniest March in England since 1929. In the tree-tops birds are singing.

Don’t get me wrong – l have worries and problems like us all, world affairs make me despair and work can be burdensome, but right now, walking around the garden with notebook and camera in hand, I just feel blessed to be alive and witness to the magic that is nature. In truth, far from being a gardener, all I really feel like is an unconditionally besotted bystander.

Judith Glover Garden Diary March 2012

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