There is a simple joy in watching the spring develop each year and gently clothe the spare landscape of winter in delicate new green finery.
Each year the bulbs burst from the warm earth agian like old friends renewing an acquaintance and life then goes on seamlessly on the well trodden path as effortlessly as before.
Slowly the blooms will fade away again and sink to sleep over the dry baking days of summer and they will not stir again until the next spring season comes. And each year they arrive with a flourish in a well rehearsed dance with the sun and I greet them as old friends that I have missed but known they were so very nearby.
To read my last garden diary set in the Ednovean Farm garden click Here
Each month I will write a little more as the season unfolds in our garden at Ednovean Farm beside the sea in Cornwall.
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