It’s wonderfully warm and the garden that seemed a bit sad and wintry a few weeks ago has once again become a celebration of tender shoots – and all serenaded by a cacophany of birdsong. Year after year I meditate upon this cyclical wonder – life called forth to Spring, Summer and Autumn from the various ‘tombs’ of Winter which, for its part, has provided the season of mulching and rest that, time and again, enables promised fruitfulness. And I catch myself joining the birds – singing!

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