Wednesday, 2 April 2008
The third day
Going into the garden this morning felt exactly like going into the Secret Garden.
A small,chilly breeze stirred the leaves. The birds were everywhere and let me get very close. Tiny birds darted from branch to branch. Two of them were playing and the sun caught their wings, turning them brilliantly transparent.
The grass had only recently been mown and its fresh cut scent still lingered.