What have you done to the garden?"
I replied that I hadn't done anything.
"It's just spring love"
It's JUST spring?
I think I'd missed the full impact
because the arrival of spring is such a gradual process for me.
I prowl up and down the garden looking for the first hint
that snowdrop spears are breaking out of their winter fastness into the light,
or that the paper thin glory of the first crocuses are about to be scattered in the grass.
all the hope and promise has burgeoned.
these are words to conjure with
while we wait as best we can.