A joint venture

As you know, dear reader, we are fortunate in residing close to our human guardians' relatives. This has always been a most fortuitous arrangement but I am delighted to report that after much thought and consideration, it is about to be enhanced. The estate of our guardians' relatives has a greater acreage than our human guardians' and it is this very fact that has been discussed and considered over the winter months. Much to our guardians' delight, the joint venture of a kitchen garden for the benefit of both estates has been agreed and commenced much to the satisfaction of all. The recent months has seen raised beds built, seeds chosen and planted, paths laid and beds dug over, indeed the strawberry bed is already planted and the potato bed almost complete with planting scheduled for the forthcoming weekend, weather permitting. Our female guardian has spent some enjoyable hours over the last few days digging these very beds as you can see and admire. A most enjoyable physical activity to be had and one that will bear "fruit".

 

The guardians relatives have a most delightful estate with wooded areas and pond, the kitchen garden, a croquet lawn and more. Spring time brings forth the most beautiful of spring awakenings with thousands of daffodils amongst the woods:Wordworth's fanfare to the daffodil could not more joyous an occassion behold. It is such an uplifting sight that brings hope for the year ahead. It is a much appreciated sight and draws many visitors from the local village.

In the words of that great, great writer, Jane Austen "it is a truth universally acknowledged" that the creature my brother fears, the D-O-G, is not perhaps the quietest nor sensible of creatures, however their quite joyous escapades amongst the woods and daffodils did bring a fond smile to my guardians lips.

Hither and thither they ran sniffling and sneezing at every fresh scent, every little rustle; so many new smells and sounds to be heard all the while serenaded by blackbirds and robins, wrens and thrushes. Such a rapturous cacophany of sounds, sights and smells; in the words of the poet Robert Browning "Oh to be in England now that April's there" and indeed tomorrow we are.