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The day was full of promise as I made my way to Norton, there had been another hard frost but the sky was a beautiful clear blue and the birds were announcing their conviction that it would be a lovely spring morning. The journey to work has been somewhat dull of late revealing nothing but snow drifts, yet all of a sudden things are stirring and the small creatures are the first to sense it, each field and rural garden seen from the bus was so stuffed with rabbits I could almost hear them munching. Planting came first on our list that morning, we gathered together every divided or heeled in specimen that had been awaiting an allocation of space and settled them in for the coming season, then Alyson and I built the this years sweet pea frame, it will not be long before their heady fragrance will be wafting through the garden once more. The main border filled up the rest of the afternoon as we finished digging through it removing as much bindweed root and other evil weeds as possible. That means that the last of the winter tasks has been accomplished so when spring arrives with all its might we are ready for it at last!
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Hard to imagine that these borders will soon be stuffed with flowers. |
"Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer"
Geoffry B Charlesworth
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