“And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
I wandered into the garden yesterday afternoon after sitting at my desk too long.
The sky was heavy with bruise-coloured clouds and the wind had a wintery bite.
But the orchard was filled with the fragrance of citrus blossom, and the grass was soft and green underfoot. Patches of clover thronged with the buzz of happy bees.
To my surprise, the mulberry tree had put forth the first of its fruit. Most of the berries were small and green or just tinged with red but there was one plump deep purple berry in their midst. It yielded to my touch and dropped into my hand. From there it was a very short distance to my mouth.
It was sweet and filled with sunshine and happiness. It spoke to me of the promise of renewal.
Rufous managed to find a few ripe-ish berries low down on the tree too.
Last night I went to sleep to the gentle patter of rain on the tin roof. My last thought before sleep was that I hoped the mulberry’s roots drank up all that moisture to fatten its harvest of juicy berries.
Sending blessings and love your way, Nicole ❤ xx