At the weekend we took ourselves off for a long walk across the fields and onto "the wrong side of the tracks". From a churning river, rolling green fields and dense hedgerows, we ended up in a less salubrious part of Cardiff; the first person we met was chugging away at a huge fat roll up - of cannabis! I did take a crafty breath in as I passed. As I don't smoke I quite like an illegal and free second hand whiff of a spliff but don't quote me on that, will you?
Now the evenings are starting to draw out and we've had a day or two of sunshine everything seems to have pushed itself up in our garden. Those fat stems of the tulips are letting me know the circus is almost in town and that within a few months our garden will be full of colour. Yippee.
I won't welcome the weekly lawn mowing that summer brings but that's a very small price to pay for warmth, balmy evenings and sunshine. The raspberries are sprouting forth new growth and there are unfurled leaves on several of my shrubs and my weeping pear which I have yet to find a home for. I'm very excited about the white lilac. I brought it with me from the last garden where it had resided in a large pot because I couldn't bear to part with it and knew we wouldn't always be there. Now it's got a place in the border and is just bursting with bright green tips. Jack's cat loves to fight with the whippy branches so I'm thrilled to see it hasn't stopped it from producing fat bundles of promise. I love the smell of lilac but it lasts such a short time if picked so I tend to spend my time walking past the lilac doing what I did at the weekend when I passed the spliff-smoker; looking nonchalant whilst taking in great lung-fulls for air on the sneak.
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