I notice that haven’t posted anything here since May five six years ago.

Goodness how the world has changed in that time. Brexit, Trump, Biden, CoVID19, Ukraine… And yet how little has actually changed in the garden. The birds still sing, the flowers bloom and the garden continues.

Gardening has lots to teach us about living.

The year should start in May, not January. A hopeful time of year with long light days and plants bursting with vitality. I spent an hour standing in the garden this morning watching the pond as the newts dipped up and dived back down, the birds* chirping away. I wandered around poking my nose in flowers appreciating the varied forms of the ferns, and noting the fading glory of the spring bulbs as the blossom on the fruit trees reaches its zenith.

How about a year in the garden on here?

Ready steady, go…

Birds identified with the help of birdnet, (now there’s a use for AI we can all get around), included this morning:

• Wren
• Blackcap
• Tree creeper
• Chiffchaff
• Coal tit
• Blue tit
• Great tit
• Jay
• Blackbird
• Sparrow
• Pigeon
• Brent geese (flying overhead)