All is confusion and muddle – at least that is what my head feels like at the moment. The undernoted photos give an illustration of what is going on.
Today, things look very different. I struggled into a fleece and emerged into the pre-spring day with gingerly footsteps. These snowdrops are plump and full, and someone…. probably me, got muddled up when planting them up during last year’s tidy-up.
The air is still, the birds are in full chatter and there are little signs of hope all around.
In a garden, it is very easy to feel close to God and part of nature. I love the old Victorian hymn, quoted many a time before…..
The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the bird for mirth
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
And I can feel the healing taking place, slowly but surely…… Today’s, Birthday Month treat then – to look and listen and smell spring hanging on the air.