Evening Sky

This I saw on an April day:

Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,

A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,

And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path

Shy and proud

James Hearst (1900 – 1983)


March closed with a beautiful warm, dry day; a day for weeding, hoeing, raking and tidying. Sowing seeds and preparing the ground, potting on and preparing plants for others. With warmer, longer days; the garden has exploded into life and I’m running trying to catch up! This is the time of year I search the ground for new for seedlings, identifying the weeds, distinguishing the similar plants, as the gales and crows have removed all the plant tags. Enjoying the new leaves and colours, Burdock pale and green, trimmed in white; identifying the paler, smaller leaved globe artichoke from the statuesque cardoon. Weeding and feeding, top dressing, labelling, pricking out and potting…

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