I look out of the living room window at this time of year and vow that we will get our garden sorted this year. There is nothing really wrong with it, it just needs a bit of tlc. And at this time of year it looks even more neglected than usual. The grass is too long, there are leaves from the trees on the grass, there are weeds, it just needs a few hours of hard slog to sort it out.
This year more than ever it looks a disaster, it is boggy, there are pools of water in the flower beds. We have two fence panels down that can’t be repaired yet as the ground is too wet to pour concrete yet.
It makes me sad to look at it. I want it looking, lovely, tidy, summery. I want to be sitting on the lawn reading a book. Seeing a table laden with barbecue food and us all around it having dinner and some fun.
Yet despite all of this, amongst the fallen leaves, just to the side of a big soggy puddle are bulbs poking up. New life is sprouting up. It shows that spring is just around the corner. As we scrape our cars in the morning the knowledge that it won’t be for long now. Spring is in touching distance.