The sweet squeaky taste of popcorn and the sharp taste of cider.
The fading yellow of the forsythia with the fresh white of the lilac flowers.
The clean organised lines of the vegetable garden and the wild sweeping mass of the cottage garden.
Sweeping and winding through the traditional planting, the wild weedy patch that is left to its own devices and the woodland area shaded by my plum tree and set with foxgloves, bluebells, snowdrops and the majestic ferns.
Being allowed a small space in time everyday to watch the blossom on the apple trees swell and open one by one to reveal their pastel colours and heady scent, the blossoms on the bullace a striking deep pink with soft pink centres. How I am waiting and willing them to open and show me their beauty. The bullace is a mass with new shoots this year.
Unlike when we first moved in and she was being strangled and overshadowed by two fir tress. She was brought back to life when the fir trees were sacrificed to allow the ground to be used for planting and feeding, not only for my family but the birds and insects too.
From creating mulch to keep the moisture in and making a rustic log pile that is left to rot and ruin and has the occasional new addition added, the soil is no longer sapped of moisture and the sunlight streams over areas that were always in shade allowing life to flourish and thrive once again.
The birds are feeding off the old bird bath which no longer holds water and rests on a slant but for seeds and nuts it is perfectly useful. Nestled into the hedge amongst the wild and weedy patch. House martins, sparrows, chaffinch, collared doves, starling, great tits and our resident cheeky robins can be regularly seen snacking and then cleaning their beaks on the old rusted fence.
The sun is setting, the May time chill is in the air and my cider is drunk and the popcorn bowl empty. Time to wish you all goodnight and settle myself inside with a little sewing and my husband for company as the boys are sound asleep in their beds.
May Blessings
Rebecca x
