Notes from the garden – A chance encounter

At once a voice arose amongThe bleak twigs overheadIn a full-hearted evensongOf joy illimited;An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,In blast-beruffled plume,Had chosen thus to fling his soulUpon the growing gloom from The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy Under the glowering sky my boots heavy with mud sunk into the sodden ground, relentlessly battered by … More Notes from the garden – A chance encounter

Hope Springs Eternal

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.” Alexander Pope – An essay on man The wind is once again battering the garden, shaking the skeletal branches of winter and biting hard. It rolls unimpeded over … More Hope Springs Eternal