I’ve been meaning to write this post for a few weeks now but spare time seems to be elusive and this handful of images, that I took in the last days of March, have been sitting on my camera waiting to see the light of day.
And actually, since taking these photographs, the garden has changed beyond all recognition.
Little buds have turned into fully formed flowers and when I went to put the chickens away last night — and actually took a minute to look around and spend a few minutes observing — it almost looks a million miles away from these images.
I love this time of year.
The garden is waking from it’s winter slumber and everything is stretching and yawning. The plants are really starting to come alive again.
Over the winter, you could be forgiven for thinking that a lot of them are dead. Then little by little, tiny green shoots begin to appear — amidst all the rotted, brown vegetation — and within (what feels like) days it’s a riot of colour.
Last year, around this time, I created a rainbow of colour using the plants that I found in our garden. We’re lucky enough that some clever soul had really put a lot of time and effort onto the planting in our garden.
A green-fingered owner or a gardener perhaps?
We’ve taken the mantle, with great delight, and are certainly endeavouring to preserve what we’ve inherited, whilst also making our own mark and adding to the mix.
I had planned, at the beginning of the year, to create a series of posts for our garden.
Almost to serve as a reminder, of what flowers when etc — a gardening calendar if you will — but as ever time speeds on, we’re a third of the way through the year and I’m only just sharing the photos I took more than a month ago.
But hey. I’ve finally done it. And the next update will — hopefully — be sooner rather than later.