Overnight the Montana has flowered over the secret garden gate of my back garden, it always looks a picture. The clematis like the bluebells and white bells in the garden borders are friends who reappear every year, as do the black tulips by the gravel path and the mock orange by Finlay’s grave.
The ribus bush is tinged red with flowers and the honeysuckle is already densely green around the front door, shielding the sparrows who are planning to nest there.
Every year the flowers and shrubs return
And every year I am grateful
Lovely, John! There is a lot to be grateful for in the spring for those who have eyes to see.
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Yes, exactly, friends who reappear every year!
ReplyDeleteYour garden is outstanding.
ReplyDeleteSpring means rebirth. Everything starts anew. I personally like to wipe the slate clean and start anew myself.
It is as if the garden suddely relaxes and gets on with it!
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