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This year's most beautiful tulip. |
The bees love it.
This year, this strange and frightening year, I've been counting my blessings in having a garden every single day. The weather has been chilly but fine, and I've been spending hours out there every day. Too busy in the garden to write about gardening. Normally, I would be chasing my tail with work, always thinking that I should be doing something else.
Well, I still have work, especially writing work, and I'm doing that too. But most of my antique dealing is in abeyance at the moment. Will I ever go back to it? Well, probably, after a fashion. But all the same, I'll be making some significant changes, of which more later.
Meanwhile, the garden and the village are proving to be a wonderful distraction from the worries about family and friends and income.

This road is generally quite quiet, mostly because there is a sharp bend at one end (fortunately with heavily listed buildings on either side) and the big lorries can't negotiate it. The community shop is thriving because people are suddenly appreciating the benefit of having a good grocery store within walking distance. Long may it continue.
And in the garden at certain times of day, the chorus of birds is deafening. Especially the rooks and the jackdaws. It isn't really peaceful - except very late at night - but it is as bonny and soothing as any spring I've ever known, worries and all.
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