Spring time

Spring has truly sprung, my dears, and oh, how wonderful it is. Frosty mornings and big blue sky days, such bliss. Why, the male guardian and I have been able to enjoy a cup of fine English tea in the garden on return from our professional toil, much to our delight. Linen has flapped in abundance on the washing line and perfumed our home with that fresh, clean smell so evocative of the great outdoors. How it does lift the spirits so. The blossom on the cherry and plum trees are abound and so very pretty. Growth is everywhere and the acid green of spring that I so love is to the fore. There is nought so truly delightful than the variety of the seasons. 

The garden has been receiving our administrations in an attempts to review, repurpose and reinvigorate. 'Tis a slow process but one that I am sure will bear fruit in due course. The birdlife have been most attentive whilst we are in the garden for they realise their opportunity to appropriate worms and grubs when our backs are turned. 

Early this year in my professional capacity, I was the recipient of a beautiful small white orchid. My dears, one was afeared for its life span as the male guardian and I tend to keep our small home at a temperature that is below the average home  which, of course, is not always conducive to houseplants. To my great delight this little gem is standing as tall and proud as the day it arrived. I have to say, I am inordinately fond of it and from whence it came and do so hope it lasts a very long time. Such a delicate yet hardy thing, surviving against the odds, very much close to the reason I was gifted it and evocative of my keenness to nurture it. 

My love of growing things in nature and humanity has once more come to the fore after a rather bleak few years and I have found renewed vigour for growth that is pushing forward the gardening and professional fronts anew. Nature and humanity, such fickle bed fellows, both requiring a steady hand at the helm to guide it through choppy waters, as storms rage and heat blazes then subside. Patience and perseverance is the name of the game. Yes, it means changes, adaptations, repurposing, new growth and direction but, as long as the hand that guides it is steady, the good wins out. Life's rich tapestry, my dears; older, wiser but still here, enjoying life is all one can ask, for we are here but once, something I see in my professional capacity every day. Live every day like there is no tomorrow, my renewed motto for life, and one I fully intend to embrace, my dears, most definitely.