Early last week we returned home from our holiday at Evans Head to find over our 7 days absence not only had a snake found its way into the kitchen, and a neighbour’s chook moved into our yard, that spring had sprung in the garden.
After catching up on errands, domestic duties, unpacking and repacking the caravan for our next trip, I eventually had time to enjoy a wander around our not quite quarter acre block which fortunately had received enough rain to keep it nicely watered during our absence.
“Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden – in all the places.” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Inspired by my friend Kate’s Nature notes post, this is what early spring looks like in my garden. A little bit messy, overgrown in places, no shortage of weeds, lots of tasty leafy greens… especially if like me you consider nasturtiums edible, and flowers… I only wish I could share the smells and accompanying reassuring hum of bees.
“I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does not flourish in every garden, and I feel thankful it has taken root in mine.” ― Sharon Kay Penman, The Reckoning