An Early Start

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring
When weeds, as wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

I do love Gerard Manley Hopkins, the greatest rapper that ever lived. His poetry surely does beg to be broadcast in time to a beat, but that's for another blog post.

This morning, I rose with the lark, jumped into the car with the dog, and headed to the garden at dawn. There was a ground frost but, as Dolly Parton says, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain - last night, no wind, a clear sky and a full moon - the after effect....a slight ground frost.... which led to a slight panic as I had put many a plant out of the tunnel yesterday and into my lovely new cold frames, kindly donated by the parents of a friend. All's well mind as the plants are unscathed.

GMH was certainly on the button with regard to weeds. The annual weeds are sprouting before our eyes. Yet again, so are all of our lovely, beautiful, reliable plants....trees, shrubs, perennials, biennials, bulbs and annuals. How do we never tire of this annual occurrence, the vibrancy of the green, the lushness of the foliage, the entire exuberance of it all, so pristine and new.

And the icing on the cake.....the swallows have arrived!