|The view from our garden|
last night, as the sun set.
Max and I had spent a lot of time last autumn cleaning up the garden and tucking it in for the winter, so there wasn't a lot to do last night, other than the maiden-mowing and picking up winter debris. It wasn't a marathon garden clean-up--it was a pleasant spring evening, doing some tidying up. Stuart and I worked side-by-side, Max snuffling around in the hedge surrounding the garden, all watched over by the songbirds circling over us.
|The lavender is clipped back and starting to bud,|
the daffodils are nodding a final farewell,
and the come-back kid, our grass, is greener every day.
|Magdalen College tower.|
|May Morning on Magdalen College Tower, by William Holman Hunt|