Friday, 18 April 2014

More Spring Gardening

Out at the parents' for Easter weekend, and my last free time before work starts on Monday. Been warming up for the job, cleaning out my dye garden, and helping Mom to clear what she refers to as the 'cochonerie' - all the weeds and undesirables - on the back peninsula. The area has been overgrown with raspberries and stuff, and some escaped goutweed, which we're trying to eradicate - two feedbags full of the stuff today, plus a lot of branches and vines to heap up. Once everything is cleaned up, Mom is thinking she'll make a rockery there.

The chickens have been enjoying their last hurrah, since things are coming up, and they make too much of a mess in the flowerbeds to be allowed to run loose. So they go in the pen tomorrow.

And all day a verse I picked up somewhere has been running through my head, as it does every spring, when the flowers start.

Now winter's rains and ruins are over
And all the season of snows and sins

And time remembered is grief forgotten
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten

And in green wood and undercover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins

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