Sunny days. Three in a row! Irresistible. Shy and looking downwards, daffodils nod their heads.
Exuberant mint bursts up from its pot. It would take over the world if I let it.
Grape hyacinth glows in the morning sun, its slender leaves stroked with gold.
Plum tree leaves reaching, unfolding, lifting to the light.
A dandelion offers its color to the garden. Today, it makes me smile. Later, I'll dig it up. Maybe make a salad with the leaves.
As I wander through the garden (it's not very large), I notice first the flowers blooming, then the garden beds where the garlic grows tall and green and wrinkled rhubarb leaves slowly uncurl. Stones mark the rows where kale and radish seeds, planted yesterday, wait in the darkness for life. My neighbour's grapevine growing over our compost bin swells with promise. I walk to the left to inspect the raspberry canes, happy to see the new sprouts and fresh leaves. I turn then, to the right. And oh, the apricot tree is in bloom.
A rush of pure and unexpected joy takes me by surprise. A tree with its first blossoms. Such a small thing to cause such depth of emotion. Puzzled as to why this particular sign of growth and life affects me so, I'll not over think this, but take it as a gift from the God who delights to give.