The Garden in June
or sowing some crocus seeds I found under the rowan tree,
noticing how the furry leaves of this mullein trap the dew,
watching bumblebees on the thyme flowers
or discovering plants I thought I’d lost, thriving somewhere unexpected. So far I’ve found two sorts of campanula, tansy, sweet violets and lily of the valley, as well as this lovely welsh poppy.
And, of course, listening to the song of the
skylark. I think they must be out in the fields that surround the village, but it sounds as if they were overhead, pouring their songs into my garden.