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“The Frost performs its secret ministry,

Unhelped by any wind…”

Frost at Midnight

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The crescent moon shone steadily brighter as the setting sun sank with golden glow, beneath grey clouds, reflected in the darkening sea below. Midnight sky, punctuated with myriad stars twinkling in night’s dark canopy. Pale morning sun washing the world pink and silver, frosted morn, white lawn, crisp beneath our feet, leaf litter works of art. No wind to stir the fallen leaves, soft rays fill the garden with welcome warmth and light. Time to gather tools and begin the task of clearing away the winter debris. Beneath the sodden leaves and twigs, in silent solitude green shoots are springing. Not only plant life but bug-life too as tattered buds greet the air. Tidying, weeding, unearthing, cold fingers, cold toes, aching limbs; delighted to be in the garden working. Listening to the birdsong, watching the rooks gather twigs, smaller birds establishing territories. Singing, springing garden full of hope and promise, chiding my inattention. Turning mindfully to gather up the autumn- winter debris…

Looks like another day in the garden is beckoning, thanks for stopping by today

January sunset

“The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.”

  Vita Sackville-West (1892 – 1962)

Sunset creeps slowly Northward

January light can be stunning, lighting up the distant mountains, small communities and craggy mountains in stark light and shadow. Reflected sun in low cloud illuminating both sea and sky in warmer tones of pink and orange…

Busy moles

Busy moles churning up the soil, popping randomly across the “lawn”, worm casts subtly changing the soil, dragging down the fallen leaves, leaving  new soil over the clay topsoil I foolishly introduced to the hummus rich garden…

Beneath their leafy blankets; spring flowers reach toward the lengthening light, stretching their brightness into the cold, wet garden; a promise of spring in winter depths…

Just as snow caps the hills and mountains, impatient plants, hardly dormant, colour the garden in bright specks of colour, red, pink and bright new green, contrast the cold grey earth…

light on land and sea

Winter accompanied January, bringing bitter cold and rain but all around, the garden slowly holds out spring, a welcome gift after weeks of wind and rain. Gradually the day stretches out, chickens enjoying a few more minutes to scratch around the garden or beg at the kitchen door…

Have a good day and thanks for stopping by today!

and it shines!

In response to silent summons,

the chattering swallows come!


Suddenly they are here, swooping low over the dewy morning garden, chattering to one another as they fly over and around the house. The Swallows have returned! In a well remembered manoeuvre, sweeping through the open door and up into the rafters! Scolding the humans that come to welcome them “home”. Finally, it seems, spring can shake out her leaves and petals and robe herself in summer.

Resounding Red

does their absence imply perpetual Spring?

Blue skies

Scan the empty sky –

seeking out familiar cries;

darting form.

But silence is the loud reply.


For the past three summers the skies have resounded to the cries of swallows, but this year the sky remains empty. One lone swallow flew over but finding no others has not returned. Normally there would be a gathering at the nearby farm but so far none have appeared. The recent storms and continuing cold have halted their home-coming.

Although the season seemed to suddenly take off the unpredictable weather is holding everything back. Now, those of you who were still blanketed in snow have over-taken gardens here. It seems it will be forever spring; trays of seedlings awaiting transplanting, trying to harden-off but then the frost returns again. Even the grass is sluggish!

Slowly the Beech unfurls, about two weeks later than normal, hedges clothed in spring green; in the quiet earth small plantlets venture forth… Creation whispers – “patience” – where better to learn patience than in the garden?

Thanks for stopping , whatever you do today – enjoy the moment – this too will pass!

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow 

 March, marched out!

Wild and unruly,

Throwing handfuls of hail

and fistfuls of rain.

April, empowered,

continued with showers,

snow, wind, rain…

Today, like a lamb,

serene and calm,

sunshine and snow capped hills.

Well, it still may be chill,

but look and be thrilled –

Spring could almost be here!


(Just a bit o’ doggerel for the day!)

Happy Birthday Smallest Daughter

Celebrate the moments whenever, whatever! Thanks for stopping by.

“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”

Mark Twain

Mackerel sky

Having enjoyed a glorious spring day “normal service” has been resumed! Early sunshine fades while temperatures refuse to rise under mackerel skies.  Even while digging a coat and scarf are a necessity today…

What more rubbish?The gardening girls join the work, once again we discover the remains of yet another bonfire and remnants of past lives. Reminding myself that rural rubbish collections have only been in place for twenty years or so and this place has been inhabited for the past two hundred. Still digging out large bolts, hinges, glass and more recent vinyl wallpaper makes an appearance again. Bricks and stones buried in the ground make for a good workout!

Job done - almost!

Grass removed from the new circle and laid around the chicken pen, time to start turning over the soil. A pair of robins supervise from the safety of the trees, occasionally flitting down to retrieve a tasty grub. A grey wagtail and a starling have also visited the garden adding to the burgeoning bird population. Last year must have been a good one for the chaffinch as there seems to be a preponderance of them this spring.

Last stand

In a shady corner the last snowdrops persist as the daffodils begin to break into bloom. Every day the leaf buds fatten, the first Hawthorn leaves breaking into new green. Being so cold today I search the Blackthorn for blossom and find them; “Blackthorn winter” is here.

Song of Solomon 2:11 -12

11 for behold, the winter is past;
    the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth,
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
    is heard in our land.


Thanks for stopping by today – have a great day!

If you carry joy in your heart you can heal any moment

Carlos Santana

perfect ending

Yesterday was close to a perfect day, sunlight spilled over a mirror-calm sea. Little fishing boats checking their creels, birds song filled the garden and it was – WARM. Not an indoors day at all…

Sun-filled garden

Looking around at the garden and realising there are so many tasks still to do. If a gardener ever asks when something should be done the answer is invariably; “two weeks ago“! So alternating between the heavy jobs and the easy jobs a whole day spent in the garden…

perfect gardening weather

Cutting out the new beds, the gardening girls showing up every now and again to check out the progress and scratch around in the soil. Helping with the weeding, joining me for lunch on the bench which has been vacated for too long. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, listening to the birdsong and the little brook chattering by…

warm enough...

Sleeping insects stir from their winter hiding places, the first sounds of bees in the garden; pheasant calling from the woods. As dusk falls an owl passes over head with a low “hoo-hoo”. Venus shines brightly in the evening sky as sunset paints the land and sea in muted colour… Seems as if Spring has arrived to heal the land and Nature unwraps her precious gifts..

Creation sings a melody, have a joyful day & thanks for stopping by!


A wee song from David Crowder Band

First Flowers Fade

It seems only a brief time since the snowdrops first opened but now the petals are faded and worn…

Green Manures

Field beans sown as green manure are frosted, tattered and torn, ready to be cut and dug in…

Butterbur Bud

Look amongst the leaf litter and new life is stirring, fat buds of Butterbur (Petasites vulgaris) quite pink among the beech nuts…

Flowering Currant

Bright green leaves of the Flowering Currant (Ribes sanguineum) have unfurled…


Daisies (Bellis perennis)  begin to pepper the lawn, opening in the morning sun…

Spring Awakening

And Ladybirds stir in the shelter of the greenhouse!

Spring is about to unfurl; winter may be reluctant to forgo her hold upon the land, mischievous winds may pull and tug but quietly nature stirs and unfolds, ready to delight the Winter-wearied soul…


Be of good cheer – spring is on its way, winter – reluctantly letting go!

Have a good day and thanks for dropping by!





March is a month of considerable frustration – it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away.

  Thalassa Cruso

1909 -1997