We have spent the day struggling with conflicting demands. We really want to out in the garden admiring the bluebells and clearing the creeping buttercup from the borders. Instead we have both been keeping the deadlines at bay. The flowering cherry is in bloom, the lilac too, everything is fresh and new and full of hope of a new season, a new beginning, making and doing.
Our next task is cutting down and repotting the aeonium schwazkofpt. We have two that came from a wonderful nursery in St Davids in Pembrokeshire. St Davids is the oldest and smallest city in the UK dominated by a beautiful Norman cathedral. Our aeoniums remind us of an exotic garden we visited there. They have become leggy and they must finally be cut down so they branch out. We have put it off for two years in case we make a mistake but now we have looked in the Royal Horticultural Society book of plants and we are definitely going to do it! Yikes!
The hibernation is finally over, the bears are out of their cave into the garden and then through the gate into the forest running and shouting and full of the joys of spring.