That first taste of Spring!

“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.” 
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

Double Happiness ♥♥

“The most important thing is to enjoy your life—to be happy—it’s all that matters.” ~ Audrey Hepburn

Today is the first day in over a week that I feel back in my body, and back to earth. What a big week or so, with the passing of our beautiful dog, Charlie, and then my Channelling Intensive Retreat. Last night I was like a Nana.  I hopped into bed at about 7, and I slept through until 5.30am. I woke feeling grounded and refreshed, and in need of a big walk.

I’m so glad that was the first thing I did this morning.

Ping An came to greet me, all on her own.  She too is only a little over a week old, and until now Mum has been very protective of her, keeping her separate from the herd and back from us.  Mum lost her calf to ticks last year, and mourned terribly, so I can understand that this time she doesn’t want to let her baby out of her sight.

Today, Ping An was resting on her own in the early morning sunshine. When she saw me, she stood up and bounded over and then stood with her head cocked to one side, curious to know who I was.

I sat down on the wet grass, careful to be quiet, and she came right over, sniffing me before finally licking my ear with her rough little tongue and then bounding away with the strangeness and mad courage of it all. Mum came racing over to see that Ping An (her name means Peace) was okay, and then led her back to the safety of the grazing herd. My heart just exploded with happiness.

On the way home to the house I stopped by the mulberry tree and picked the ripe juicy fruit, most of which made it into the bowl. (Some of it naturally made it into my mouth, or to Bert’s.)

Tonight I shall cook my harvest up into something yummy, and I’ll share the recipe tomorrow.

That’s my idea of Double Happiness ♥♥