Spring is in the air, the days are longer, the sun is warmer and the growth is bursting out all over.
Not for me is the garden with a few spikes of green in a bed of stones.
I love the changing face of the seasons and enjoying to the full nature's bounty. And while I ensure the garden is easily maintained its constant state of change is a delight. This past winter has been hard and plants that have stood bravely in past winters are now dead stumps. Hardest hit have been the native coprosmas.
All the early bulbs have finished, the daffodils, freesias whose delicate fragile blooms stand bravely in the face of wind and rain.
Now it's the turn of the blowsy flowers to take the stage, the Azaleas, lavender clematis, snowball tree, rhododendrons, apple blossom and this year the lilac. I am blessed with one of the old fashioned hedonistically scented lilacs in my garden. It suckers like crazy but man hasn't interfered with its God-given perfume.
When these flowers finish it's the turn of the roses. In this district we are so fortunate to be able to take pleasure in the changing seasons.
In the vege garden the last of the winter veges are giving way to spring growth of summer crops. There is little to choose from for fresh food and it's easy to see why in times past more people died of starvation at this time of the year than at any other time.
It never ceases to amaze me that the people who frequent food banks have large areas of ground where with a little effort they could grow enough food to feed their families.
Oh well it seems the fable of The Little Red Hen is well and truly alive!