Spring, at longest last, has come to the garden. I walk around in misshapen laps, pausing to stare wordlessly at plants I know the names of, at others I do not. It has been a mystery-in-waiting as to what will appear before us from under the ground which was, until quite recently, still freezing; we moved house as one year fell into the next, and consequently had no idea what was in the garden, disguised as it all was underneath long-fallen leaves, and the branching barrenness of a mainly endless winter.
Congratulations Ella!
Congrats on the new position! And the new site looks great. Loving these forests and trees too ❤️