Yesterday I cut the grass for the first time this year. I don’t know if it’s because we had a long hard winter, or because Easter is ‘late’ this year, or that the garden has been a bit neglected over the past two years… but it felt like the start of something. Yes, the snowdrops, daffodils and Pasque flowers have all blossomed, but I felt like I’d contributed something.
I also took a close look at our beech hedge. Every year it follows the same pattern – a few glimpses of green as the first leaves emerge, then there are splashes of colour as individual plants come into bloom, and soon it will all be growing at an astonishing rate and needing a trim.
The rhythm of the seasons unfolds year on year. Maybe the difference is how much time we take to notice what’s happening around us.