I was determined to photograph our resident deer who, in the day, inhabits the thickets around the edge of the meadow. I was lucky. As I reached the corner she bounded out of the hawthorn bushes.
For about 3 weeks every year the trees in our garden share their blossom reflecting the vision of the garden's creator. The large pink flowers of wild cherry, the pale delicate flowers of apple and plum and the dazzling white of the hawthorn. This year they all emerged in the last few days of April and the first few days of May but when I looked at the cherry trees today much of their blossom had already withered or been blown away. A sad end to one of the most beautiful sites my garden has to offer but to appreciate the beauty of the cherry tree is to live a good life.
Its been the hottest May Bank Holiday ever peaking at nearly 28C. For the last four days we have had an azure blue sky with no clouds/ Its still very warm but the first clouds have reappeared signalling a change is on the way.
This weekend is very special to me.. it’s the 19th anniversary of the death of my first wife. I remember her all the time but particularly when I’m in the garden – she loved the garden and often sat in it to drink her mid-morning coffee. Every year at this time she sends me a gentle reminder, as the for-get-me-knots sprout up all over the garden and woods. They are so pretty and modest yet so resilient and hardy – very much like her. I feel her spirit lives on in this natural cycle of renewal which will go on forever.
One of the great events in the annual cycle of life in our garden is the arrival of a pair of Canada Geese in March. We don't know if its the same pair every year but they seem to see our garden as their home. Usually, sometime in mid April they disappear for a few days, or we just see one of them. Then they reappear with a bunch of 5 or 6 chicks in tow. This year the first appearance was yesterday when proud mum and dad showed off their five chicks - enjoy..
Another warm spring day and a walk around the garden to reveal some little gems- all self-seeded and growing without any hep from me. All they want from me is to be recognised, appreciated and enjoyed.