I love spring. I love the expectation. I love its freshness and vitality and knowing that it is the delicate, flighty and unpredictable introduction to an equally unpredictable and unruly English summer. I could never look at a daffodil or tulip and not enjoy them and I am sure the feeling of contentment I find when I'm plopping seeds into the soil will never alter. With each seed goes a thought; questions and concerns, worries and ideas about how this seed or that seed will develop....what to do with that space...how to plan that row....what to plant here, there and everywhere. I love the peace of tending my plot but my head is always a very busy place!
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