The garden in spring is a joyous thing. The bright yellow of daffodils blowing in the breeze; the fresh green of the leaves as they slowly unfurl on the trees; the white, frothy, blossom of the plum trees; the stiff over-burdened flower spikes of hyacinth and the self-seeded Muscari that link all the parts of the garden with their intense blue and for me, the best part is the colours of the Wallflowers - lemon, gold, bronze, dark red and gold with the gentle fragrance that you cant quite put your finger on. Finally, the tulips begin the flower; standing stiff and upright like rows of soldiers - opening and closing with the sun - some are old favourites, others are new types that you are trying out and will keep for the following year hoping they will flower again.
All too soon this mid Spring display will be over and the garden will look a little bare until the early Summer flowers start to bloom and containers re-stocked after they have been emptied of their precious bulb cargo and safely stored away in sheds trying to remember to label them and more than likely forgetting.
The beginning of the gardening year - when each day the greenhouse fills with pots and trays of seed and space is becoming harder to find; when it is cold outside you find solace in the warmth of being under glass and out of the wind doing the meditative job of pricking out and nurturing seedlings in the hope of a good display later on.
After the long dark days of winter spring is something to look forward to and there is always magic in the spring garden.