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At this time of the year, the garden starts to reveal some of those secrets. Despite the severe weather we have had, the spears of small green bulbs are popping up everywhere, catkins are unfurling, the buds on the magnolia tree are swelling, as are the camellias and rhododendrons. Swelling too, in the last few days, has been the symphony of bird songs. They are becoming more intense and urgent. Spring may still seem a long way off, but the birds are already beginning to prepare for it.
I love the garden’s tranquillity. It offers a retreat from the hustle and bustle of the modern world. Today, I planted two especially fragrant roses into pots, aided by a friendly robin, and returned indoors my cheerfulness renewed.
All this brings to mind the poem:
“The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the birds for mirth
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.