Weed and reap it

I had a rather active weekend. I spent a lot of time in my garden weeding, clearing and pruning. Well I couldn’t help it because the temperature has gone milder and glory be, there was a ray of sunshine! Sam ran around the top garden while I was on my hands and knees weeding and pruning. Next week I have to feed the plants. It is the start of full on gardening season. We need to sort out the garage—a good job for our spring cleaning, go the Garden Centre to buy climbing plants for the back fence. I am looking for jasmine, clematis and honeysuckle. However, I think morning glory would look great as well. The back garden needs “softening” up with whimsical plants like climbers. It looks a bit “hard” at the moment. Hubby plans to install a water feature/fountain as well. It promises to be a sanctuary of sorts. I’ve always wanted a garden that I could enjoy in solitude. I am happiest when I am sitting outside on my swing with the sun shining and only the sound of nature to keep me company—and perhaps Sam and hubby. The birds are getting noisier by the day. I guess they’re busy nesting. I watch the sunset from our sitting room and I have such a hard time imagining that there are places in this world full of hate, evil and human misery. I count myself lucky and privileged to live this life. In its simplicity and routine it gives me a sense of stability and reassurance. Is that wrong? I have no idea but I wouldn’t have it any other way.