The road I travel daily is wild and winding. A tree lined ascent leads to an untamed wilderness, a constant and yet continuously altering state of inspiration. An ever changing landscape that connects my home life to my work life…

The sun is high and the day is long. A southern breeze rushes through pastures. Tall grasses are spirited, shimmering in the shadow of drifting clouds, Mellow meadows of future fodder sway to Summer’s song.

Is there a greener smell than that of the first cut grass… and formative formations of bracken spiralling their way toward light… I inhale... Clouds of cow parsley billow and dandelion clocks carry wishes in the breeze 

It’s the tenth April, since the beginning, a milestone that mutes my musings with feelings of wordlessness and reserve. An expanse of gratitude overwhelms as I reflect on the journey this far, the evolution of a vision, a path of becoming, and the cultivation of a community…

The garden is animated with an uprising, in glory they trumpet announcements of Spring. Pathways are illuminated with a fanfare of fulfilment, scattered gold grants a promise of abundance. Spring is here.

The lull lingers as the light returns, days lengthen and time is measured in millimetres as I observe the emergence of newness in the cottage garden. The birds nesting in our roof serenade the seasons shoots as they breakthrough the wintered ground… it’s a time of awakening, a time of renewal.