March 23, 2012
I’ve been out and about in the last seven days, as well as venturing into the garden. The square-metre plot moving forwards. This time last year, it was not even created, and now flourishes. Sitting on my favourite faux-French sea-blue chairs, under a canopy of sweet-scented golden mahonia, alive with honey-bees, I soak up the sun and make notes. The buzz if bees is everywhere. On the flowering box-balls, and the red-deadnettle weed, deliberately left to provide early pollen.