T.S Elloit said April was the cruelest month, but for me it is the kindest, greenest, lushest and most beautiful of all the months in my garden.
It is raining, soft, soaking raining and as I watch the cherry blossoms on my neighbour’s tree are opening and the silver birch leaves are unfurling, turning the indistinct haze of buds into tiny sharp new leaves.
On my kitchen counter the green bean seeds are waiting for a lull in the downpour to be planted and my cat is miowing with indignation because she wants to go out but won’t tolerate her own muddy paws.
If it wasn’t raining I would be out in the vegetable garden, as muddy as the cat; but as I am sheltering in the kitchen I thought I would share how beautiful the garden is with you. April really is the start of the gardening year proper, so it seems a good time to start this blog and share my passion . Not every one would like this garden, it isn’t tidy, it isn’t themed, it isn’t colour coordinated, but it is full of life (even if the cats some times eat some of it!), and it is fascinating, so when I can, I will tell you about it.