“With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!”
~ Bayard Taylor
Spring's voice is still faint here, but the rise in birdsong in the neighbourhood acts as an advance party.
I slipped away a couple weeks ago to an inspiration garden at a local garden centre. It was just the tonic I needed.
Dancing water, the freshest greens, white impossibly delicate blooms
Sweet displays that smiled winsomely, asking to come home with me (and did)
Oranges and lemons growing in profusion, heavy and fragrant
And a table set just for me. If there had been a teapot on it, I would have thought a March Hare had been expecting me - but that would just be mad. :)
Happy Spring! For you GWN gardeners, it's closer that it seems. :)