Every year ...

I buy primroses and keep them in the house while they flower and every year I plant them out in the garden when they've finished flowering.

Every year they get bigger ...

and bigger and put on a wonderful display between the rocks that edge the edible garden.

Every year the plants, bushes and trees start into growth. I always think that I've pruned my cordons just a little too fiercely but there is new growth all over.

Even the grape vine that was rescued from the Garden Place that was closing down (only £1) has started to bud.

Every year we plant a climber and every year the old climbers start to grow.

Every year I save the seed from my mange tout and every year, when they peep through the surface of the soil I know that my growing season has begun in earnest.

Even our new vine in the greenhouse is waking up.

All this growing reminds me of an old Sunday School song.

Baby Seed Song

By: Edith Nesbit

Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother, 

Are you awake in the dark? 

Here we lie cosily, close to each other: 

Hark to the song of the lark 

"Waken!" the lark says, "waken and dress you; 

Put on your green coats and gay, 

Blue sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you 

Waken! 'tis morning 'tis May!" 

Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother, 

What kind of a flower will you be? 

I'll be a poppy all white, like my mother; 

Do be a poppy like me. 

What! You're a sunflower! How I shall miss you 

When you're grown golden and high! 

But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you; 

Little brown brother, good-bye.

xx