the lovely sea­son of Easter

-- April 20th, 2014 --
easter egg dyes

Here I sit on a wet, windy Easter after­noon, rather rev­el­ling for once in the sight of my rain­swept gar­den, enjoy­ing the quiet of a spring Sunday.


We’ve had unheard-of stretches of sunny days this lovely April, arous­ing in the aver­age Lon­doner the con­flict­ing emo­tions of tremen­dous grat­i­tude and a super­sti­tious fear that sun in Eng­land is lim­ited and we may have been using it up with rather too much aban­don.  The Eng­lish are trained to look upon every dry moment with amaze­ment, lest April be all the sum­mer we get and the “real” sum­mer is a washout.

But today, gar­den­ers every­where are cel­e­brat­ing the damp, watch­ing the blue­bells lift their faces to drink.  Just last week, this was the scene in our sunny gar­den, such a beau­ti­ful sight that even shy, fright­ened Keechie ven­tured out to smell the blossoms.

Even more so than sun­shine, this Easter sea­son, I have been grate­ful  to be peace­fully at home and NOT con­tem­plat­ing a house move.  Would you believe that in 2008,