“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
~ Victor Hugo,
Yesterday I arrived home at my farm to find the gardens green and lush, and everything budding or already in flower. The air was sweetly fragranced with magnolia, lemon blossom and jasmine.
I ate as many snowpeas and fresh peas as I put into my basket, and picked bunches of the delicate flowers from the coriander that has gone to seed.
Harry kept me company as we wandered down to the front paddock, and over to check on the new calves who are fat and happy.
Then I made a cup of tea and watched the late afternoon sun slanting through the trees. So good to be home!