It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
~ John Galsworthy “The Forsyte Saga”
The last few morning have provided exactly the feeling Mr. Galsworthy describes above. Chilly enough to need an extra layer, dew covered grass, a chorus of birds, and new growth emerging everywhere. A true feast for the senses!
Still, a partially frozen nozzle while watering this morning, was reminder that we have not yet put enough miles between us and the winter that was.
How are things in your garden this morning?