It is the same as it ever was. And I take comfort in that.
The same flowers and plants are now re-emerging year after year.
I've cut down on garden projects, and work so that I can just maintain what we have and enjoy it.
And it still thrills me and relaxes me at the same time.
The Acers have opened much more that this now, a week or so on since I snapped this.
The Dandelions came, and have gone to seed. I've pulled some out here and there. And it's become a satisfying, but not pressing thing for me.
This week I had a group of children making Mandalas, crowns and pictures using shop-bought flowers and whatever they could find outside that was a weed, or that had already fallen.
They joy on their faces when they scored a load of Dandelions was priceless.
Ok, a the Pansies are new. They were drafted in just before the Spring really kicked off and things needed a bit of cheering up.
The "bad neighbours" have gone, and new ones have arrived. My youngest now has a friend that he sees through the fence, chatting as they dig things up.
Watching where I step.
Rascals will still be rascals, and the day after I admired this big beauty growing I found her chopped to pieces down to the ground.
Someone claimed they thought they were weeding.
I hope it grows back.
And it just goes on...