The glory of the morning……7:00am.

And so another day has begun, a lot earlier really. The creeping dawn light begins around 4:00 am. Gradually rising bit by bit towards the east,
The sky is absolutely clear, with a slight ground frost on the gardens.
Yet mine and next door’s Magnolia’s have not had their blossoms tinged brown, but remain pristine white.
The early sun as it rises higher bit by bit, has tinged the willow tree with a vibrant glowing fresh green.
How to describe the sense of wanting it to go on forever…….that the coming day will not be shattered by the events in the world.
It reminds me of this poem

LAURIE LEE
April Rise

“If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.

If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.

Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world was blessed, now it is.“


Drink it in, even the tiniest drop………
You may find some solace there, just for a little while. It’s a privilege for me to be able to do so.
In all the years since our Matt was tragically killed aged just 30 years old, this garden has given me breathing space,. I know every inch, have planted and tended it through those past 19 years up to now, changing the layout, until it is as it looks today.
His birthday is on the horizon. He would have been 59.