LOOKING IN FROM THE OUTSIDE
I'd rather be out than in.
Being outside is where my heart and soul really belong.
Guessing my love of the outdoors stems from my childhood, and from my Dad who chose an outdoor occupation, as a farmer.
My Dad liked to work alone, just as I like to be alone in my garden.
This is a place where I feel calm and relaxed. To just be me. A place where I can fully escape from the mundane in life. A place I love to be.
Even a heart-shape has formed all by itself in the shrubbery, to remind me of this.
I have missed being outside.
It's not like me to be absent from the garden, or my blog for so long.
Truth is, over the past seven weeks I've been fighting a bout of Laryngitis, and all the symptoms that go with it, and what with everyday life getting in the way too, there'd be zero energy left for the garden, or this blog.
I've felt happy to be back in the garden this past week.
The winter bees are back out too, happy to be buzzing around scented winter clematis.
A garden at this time of year, brings with it hope.
With the prospect of warmth, bulbs will burst into growth, plants will flower, and birds will nest.
Spring brings with it, new beginnings.