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!
ReplyDeleteEvery year I look at the garden when it's drab and forlorn and think will it ever look good again? And every year, it suddenly springs into life and puts a pretty dress on to show itself off!
ReplyDeleteI love Spring. I think it's my favourite season. xx
Every year there comes a day when I stand on the back step listening to and watching the migratory birds returning and thank the sky that I'm here for one more spring. -Kate
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photo and a beautiful description!
ReplyDeleteWishing you, Mary, Roger, Bun & Weaver a lovely weekend.
Hugs to all!
There's something about a gate, particularly one half hidden, that invites curiosity and adventure x
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