My garden

Today should have been our exit from Europe so I’m happy that it isn’t. Well fairly happy.
Spring has sprung here in my garden. Great fat buds decorate the entire garden.
I yesterday found old photographs from the year we moved in about ten years ago.
It really was a field. It had had cows on it quite recently.
Now it’s definitely a garden.
I put in at least fifty trees and shrubs . They are all doing very well.
What made it into a garden though was the path David put in just months before he died.
A stone path leads all the way around it...I walk it several times a day .
Several benches are placed along its path.
It’s the place I spend time in when I have things on my mind. I pray frequently up there feeling closer to God amongst all the trees than anywhere else.
I do have a gardener to do the hard work thank goodness. He cuts the grass and keeps it tidy now I’ve persuaded him that some wild flowers should not be treated like weeds.
The Cornish hedge has grown quite tall now...no one can observe my meanderings...though occasionally people on the coastal path might be startled by the sound of my singing....usually hymns but occasionally something rousing...
No one has joined in .....yet.
Following the news today could be fairly disquieting. So my trips up the garden could be more frequent than usual.
I’ll have to be careful what I sing though...nothing with a patriotic flavour...
You never know who might join in!

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