Dear Readers,
Firstly, as always thank you for joining us here again, a fortnight from when you last heard from us here in the garden at Moorfield where we’ve been very busy as Spring kicks off!
Just a quick note to say that here you will find our usual Garden Journal entry and In Garden News after the journal entry but something a little new, and a little bit exciting for us, is our first instalment of Moorfield TV!
We’ve chosen to begin with a few rose pruning videos for your viewing pleasure. These can be found on the top navigation bar of the homepage under Moorfield TV, and also as links below in the ROSE GARDEN section of In Garden News and HERE.
Hugo is helping me capture these videos going forward but this weeks footage is all me so excuse the less professional footage for now, rather this than not capture anything and miss the rose pruning window altogether. Beyond these first pruning videos, Moorfield TV will host garden video how-to’s, as well as garden walks and garden talks, between Hugo and I, and Q&A’s where you can ask us anything, so essentially a more intimate and personal approach to the Garden at Moorfield and Little Oak stories, and I am sure this offering will expand as the garden does.
So without further ado back to regualr programming, we hope you enjoy this weeks journal and these new additions. Happy Spring to all our fellow Southern Hemisphere dwellers and to our northern gardening friends, enjoy the beginning of your Autumn.
Pip and Hugo xo
“In Spring at the end of the day you should smell like dirt” - Margaret Atwood
I am out at dusk in the garden, covered in soil and smelling of seaweed solution and earth, it has caked under my nails and into the fine ridges of my hands. The air is more mild than it has been in months and it feels the daily ritual of the growing seasons has begun already and winter has barely bid us farewell.
Spring, a welcome friend, has only just arrived, we are so excited she’s here with all her promise and vigour to lift us from our winter slumps. Days that had begun to feel heavy and as if I was having to drag each one of them to their end, slowly stretch out like a cat in the sun and seep into the time allowed for the night. I steal every second the new season sun hangs that little bit longer in the sky.
I relish every moment of these first heady days of spring. I feel the same surge of energy through me that the land feels and despite being forced to move more slowly, more deliberately, due to the dubious knee with the worst timing, I still get through jobs. The jobs that can begin to pile up quickly as the soil warms and the garden wakes from it’s dormancy, groggy and paced at first and then suddenly, exploding into rampant expansion…….saplings into small trees, shoots into knee high verdance, buds into leaves, leaves into full canopies, flowers into full size fruit.
Time seems to hold new count, shorter seconds, briefer hours and thrusts itself upon all your best intentions as abundance accelerates and life bursts forth with such impatience and bulges over, forced from every tip and every surface, the days seem to vibrate and we gardener’s, scramble and scurry between tasks.
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