Tranquil

Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, birds busy with their careworn caution just see how their skills unite to feed and stay the course of life as plants via for so successful photosynthesis as we garden out of delightful duty, amateur to our joy in the carefree sun and quiet times in mid week as even the traffic is sunny side up as most neighbours at work and children at school, so a rare tranquil state to dig delightfully the postage stamp kitchen garden and mow the lawn post noon as the dew departs and the sward though winning no awards except mine for not being too wet or too dry, just right to walk, run, sit on with the curtain wall of beach with barbican trees of defence to keep us safe from cars and trucks and soak any surface water underneath this green copper beauty beach hedge, the envy of the neighbours. Cutting out dead plants in serious style and pleasantly potting assorted plants for a bounty of baskets that defy weeds to do their worst as ours is a garden of England, so weeds warn that flowers, vegetables and fruit will fructify successfully if we do not take it too seriously for you know what they say, a perfect garden predicates a lack of a love life, but she or he who loves a garden cannot surely be loveless in their own life now that Spring has sprung.