As I was talking to the garden's owner this morning I was slightly distracted by the cheeping of the tiny birds I had been missing for a number of weeks. They were back, darting amongst the camellias, elusive as ever.
There is a powerful sense in the garden this week that it is gathering its strength. Although it is not completely quiet - birds singing, Tiny barking - there is a pervasive atmosphere of trees and plants breathing steadily in and out.
There are magical preparations underway, deep within the earth.
There is a powerful sense in the garden this week that it is gathering its strength. Although it is not completely quiet - birds singing, Tiny barking - there is a pervasive atmosphere of trees and plants breathing steadily in and out.
There are magical preparations underway, deep within the earth.
