Yesterday was another fine, sunny day, with 15°C in the garden as Maccagno's bells were ringing for lunchtime. More tidying, preparing. A little speculative planting (with fingers crossed and a quick prayer to Carmine's weather gods). More clearing up after last weekend's tree-cutting in Priest's Wood. Sledge-hammers ringing against wedges, two-metre trunks splitting like butter under M.'s now-expert blows.And all around we find that Nature is doing the same thing. Making ready. Little spring flowers, shivering in the wind. Butterflies and bees darting in and out.
As Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote :
"All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
The bees are stirring, birds are on the wing,
And Winter slumbering in the open air
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring."
