There is something quite lovely about going out into the garden for the first time, after a few days of rainy weather have kept you indoors, and discovering that the winter sleep that the garden was mostly enjoying last time you saw it has now departed and that life is bursting forth with gusto.
To walk round and say hello to this plant, that tree, and enjoy the pleasure in knowing that they have survived the chills of winter and are still with us. To feel saddened at the few who didn't, and 'Should I leave it a few more weeks to see if it has survived or pull it up now' are ponderings upon the mind, the hope being that perhaps, just perhaps, some spark of life will shine through.
The rolling through of the seasons, that is what we are coming to enjoy now we are living a country type of life. It fills the heart with a magic that money can never buy.