Last night I had a dream ...I dreamed of my fifteen year old self ...Golden-haired, eyes closed tight, face lifted to the sun.
More beautiful than I ever was in reality - dreams are like that.
I dreamed of my first job ... The cream and green walls ... Institution colours. I dreamed of the man I used to work for ... Handsome John Henry ...I had a crush on this middle-aged man ... He brought me perfume back from his trips abroad ‘Worth’ ... I left it in my desk drawer overnight … the next morning it was gone … stolen.
Why does your sleeping brain take you so far back, the memories so clear - When you can hardly remember what happened - Yesterday.
The dream unsettled me ...
I woke early ... just as dawn was breaking. I slipped quietly from my bed and opened the window ...The birds were waking and the dawn chorus began ... Echoing all around the fields and valleys ...The glorious sounds of nature unleashed.
I wanted to go out into the garden and walk barefoot over the dew-sprinkled grass .. .
But I didn't - I went back to bed - and sleep found me - Again.
I regret this already.
The garden is poised - in transition. Lilac blooms are slowly unfolding, the last of the spring bulbs are shedding their petals. Everything I have sown and planted is biding its time in the greenhouse or under cloches - waiting for the last frost to have passed. Tomatoes have been potted on and brassicas are hardening off.
Squeezing things in - juggling them around. Makeshift tables erected as containers multiply …
Waiting for the last frost before setting out all the plants-in-waiting.
When will it be. The plants wait – more patient than I.
Lilac trying hard to bloom
Goodbye all too soon to the tulips – over for another year
the last of the tulips picked for the house
beautiful as they open
the garden – last day of April
strawberries forming – dahlias sprouting new leaves
oh so many pots of transplanted seedlings
pelargoniums for the container garden
a tumbling tom for the hanging garden
a mini-greenhouse erected over the potato pots
french beans, broad beans and climbing beans in their temporary home
flourishing radish under mushroom crate protection
everything – waiting patiently.
The start of another month – the year flies by so fast.