Friday, 4 March 2011

Tingling Fingers

Spring is establishing itself in her delicate  details, and I am amazed yet again how nature manages to come through harsh winter time and time again, so beautifully, with such vigour and hope. I love the way my attention is drawn to the smallest bud, the slightest hint of colour holding a wealth of promise. With all my senses I realise that I too am waking up again, stretching, breathing more deeply ( she types smiling). 

With sheer glee I opened my gardening magazine this morning and lost myself in the magic. Making wish lists, creating dream designs; a really happy moment to treasure.

My fingers are itching to get started, ready to take such pleasure in the preparation of my garden after its long winter sleep. To be honest I cannot believe exactly how much meaning that little piece of land holds for me, it is  fundamental nourishment for my body and soul, it is  sanctuary, and I am immensely grateful to the great Goddess out there for making this heart of mine sing.


  1. Your photos show the first tentative awakening of spring, Milena. I love the willow bush. I like to dream of the garden to come, too.

  2. I can't wait to get out in the garden now I've seen your post! Fab photos. I love this time of year too.

  3. Ah ... you are giving me the dose of hope i so desperately need! We had a gorgeous day yesterday - warm, sunny - and now snow is in the forecast and it is so cold! The poor robins!

    Love imagining you pottering about the garden ... i swear, you Brits are born with green thumbs and pinkie fingers and spades in hand ...

    xo lis

  4. happy spring, dear one!
    lovely photos! xo