Having let the girls out of their run and having them trot along behind me whilst I took some photos of the emerging buds put a smile back on my face. I am unnerved by little Sweetie's death - particularly as it all happened so quickly - but our other two girls both look very healthy. I've photographed the alliums, exploding balls of purple and white and the agapanthus that I love so along with buds of fat claret roses, the foxglove flowers which are temporary tunnels for honey bees and swirling variagated leaves of a hosta.
Having my girls accompany me whilst I snapped away made me enjoy them rather than feeling so sad about losing Sweetie. There is a sharp downpour now (I just had time to get most of the washing in before getting drenched) so the hens are taking cover under their house and I am typing away at the dining table.
In the spirit of frugality and recycling (I dig up the grass and replant it, for heaven's sake!) I've edged the new lavender beds at the front of the greenhouse with stones I've dug up from the ground. I've also noticed that the bay I thought I'd lost and gave a last chance to by cutting it down to ground level and potting it up has paid back my hope by shooting from the earth in triumphant abandon.
At the weekend we both planted up some seeds for the summer. I planted sunflowers, violas, lupins, sweet peas (after soaking the seeds overnight) and ornamental gourds whilst Luke planted up one more batch of tomatoes. His early potatoes are now almost doubling in size daily and the wigwam is in place to support the Trail of Tears beans we have dropped at the base of the canes.There is always hope in life.
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