Judith the garden gnome
It is nearing the end of March and the garden is starting to wake up. I put on my rubber boots and my old green hat and went for a walk around the farm.
Spring is such a marvelous time; the birds are singing, the squirrels are scolding and the gardens are starting to stir. The bulbs in the front gardens are starting to poke through the cold ground; the first to see the light will be the crocuses; all purple and yellow and smiling at the sun. The daffodils will soon follow with their happy yellow blooms and a tulip or two may make an appearance so the deer and rabbits will have something to eat. Back between the Barn of Terror and the Field of Screams the magnolia tree is starting to bud and the forsythia will soon follow.
A quiet ramble through the Fairy garden brings back sweet memories. The structures of the Field of Screams can be seen through the bare branches of the trees with their hollow wooden buildings still holding the essence of Halloween. Soft little whispers of wind make their way through dry plumes of tall grass; spring may be here but the summer fairies are still sleeping.Spring means a new beginning. Right now I have several seeds started under the grow lights for the upcoming season and lots of ideas and plans.
Of course there is the ominous job of cutting back pond plants, a task that really challenges the senses. I am looking forward to pulling my cart around again and seeing lots of friendly faces.
Judith
