Rachel Seaton-Lucas.
Though we’re bound to find the ground hard with frost again in the coming month or so, there was enough warmth in the air last week to feel optimistic about the arrival of spring. The Daffodils are making their first appearance above ground – bold, straight shoots with palest yellow-green bulbs, waiting for the right moment to display their glory. (That said, has anyone else noticed an absence of Snowdrops this year?)
With the merest hint of spring – a single day of limpid light is enough – my attention is drawn to the garden. I have just moved house, from a tiny top floor flat where we gazed wistfully down at others‘ lawns, to a slightly larger ground floor one with our very own patch of outdoors. It is a delight to know that this small stretch of earth, almost entirely surrounded by trees, is ours to do with as we will.
But it’s currently a soggy mess of over-long grass and ill-defined borders. I’m keen to get on, but am told I must not start in earnest just yet – wait until the spring proper they say – and so I bide my time, and I plan instead…
Tools seem a fair point of beginning…
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