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A Country Diary: Spring on Summerhill Road

by - Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Lilac Flowers Macro
<< Click here to read chapter 1: The Blackbirds Begin >>

1.30pm, Wednesday 14th May
The sunlight is tickling the window, the sky is blue and I am content.

Spring, my favourite time of year. The birds start to sing, the flowers start to bloom and the sun finally begins to feel warm. A welcome change from the wet and windy winter just gone and everything becomes hopeful once again.

Alliums, tulips, aquilegia and lilac: the stars of late spring; they enter with flurry and grace to march us triumphantly towards summer. Cuttings are brought inside, to be presented in windowsills, on tables and beside bedsteads. The scent of spring fills the home and we breathe in the fresh and the new once more. 

Herbs are now harvested for the kitchen, as the warmer weather permits us to enjoy the process. A pleasant waltz around the garden, early morning, with a pair of scissors ready to snip and sniff. The night's gentle dew still resting on the grass dampens ankles as we walk; the perfect morning harvest.

To be outside again is something more than special; it is a pleasure, a privilege that we must cherish and savour, for it will be sorely missed by the time January rolls around. May is welcomed by the waterfall of blossom as trees shake off their memory of spring, making way for the new season ahead. This takes our pastel pinks and delicate whites of April into the many lush greens of June, which will soon bring an explosion of colour. The old apple tree is already working on his autumn fruit, we can't see it yet, but it is coming.

Seedlings we've nurtured become strong and ready to plant outside, but our nervous frost watch never stops. Hardening them off brings a dance between the doors, pots and trays in hand, desperately trying to provide the healthiest start for the precious little greens.

Gardens suddenly become alive with the blur of crisp white washing fluttering on the breeze. The start of the bank holiday season brings laughter and hubbub to the air, and the sunlight streaming through the windows is now the summer's sun, a different kind to that that shone a month ago.

As the light dims, now around 8.30pm, the evenings still come with a chill, but we revel in the day being longer and the sunshine being sleepier. That warm kind of sleepiness that affords us barbecues and picnics that drift long into the night, the promise of which is only just beyond the horizon.

<< Click here to read chapter 3: The Autumn Whisper >>

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  1. Beautiful! This is the spring I "know" and love in Virginia. Found you via Inspire Me Wednesdays

    1. I Madaline, thanks so much for the comment! I'm glad you could relate, too! :) X

  2. This is so beautiful. Makes spring come alive in such a beautiful way. Thank you so much for sharing on Inspire Me Wednesday. Featuring you in next week's issue.

    1. Hi Mel, that's so kind, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! I'm so pleased you want to feature me, thank you! :) :) X


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