The Danes name daffodils Easter lilies. Spring might be transferring quick there now, the sunshine unleashed. Me too, free of quarantine. I’m endlessly grateful to have the roof terrace, our personal piece of sky with potted spring bulbs. I’m ready now for the summer season birds to assemble on the priory cross throughout the street. The return of individuals to their allotments.
That is the lengthy weekend. 4 days to reacquaint. With the location, soil, the 12 months’s seed, fellow gardeners.
We’ll be lacking John this 12 months. Probably the most expert grower at Department Hill, a retired head gardener from a close-by heritage home. And now retired from his allotment. He was welcoming after we first arrived. A quiet smile of encouragement, a real connection to the earth. He had emotions about planting potatoes on Good Friday. He sang folksongs on the BBQs in his candy clear Irish tenor. I hope we handle work events and cook-ups later in the summertime. I hope John will be a part of us.
The bottom covers might be coming off in all places. Land reawakened. I’ll fear concerning the tadpoles and the passing hungry heron. Largely I’ll reconnect with the plot, aching for arms in land.
April could be a cussed month to start with. Even right here within the south. To sow or to not sow. To cowl seedlings at night time or not. I think we’ll sow hardy salad leaves, some flowers. I’m attempting to be extra sensible. Be extra John.
The difficulty is I’m shopping for extra seed because it’s extra on my thoughts. I’m simply seduced by vibrant shows. The promise of summer season, of salads and peas and beans, of a reconnection with calendula, tagetes, nasturtium. With the previous, with the long run. My very own resurrection.
A small piece of land reawakened: new inexperienced progress, solar in your face, spring showers, maybe a number of leaves for lunch. Completely satisfied Easter everybody.
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