The last few days have been beautiful. Not dramatic, not extraordinary in any grand sense. Just those simple, gentle days when the air feels softer, the sun lingers a little longer, and the garden slowly begins to wake up again.
After months of grey skies and cold mornings, stepping outside feels different now. The light falls across the grass in a warmer way. The soil smells richer. Even the smallest signs of life — a new leaf, a tiny bud, a bird hopping across the fence — feel like quiet reminders that the world is moving forward again.
And my garden has definitely been patiently waiting. Waiting for a bit of warmth. Waiting for someone to come outside again and pay attention. So, that’s what I’ve been doing the past few days — just getting out there and doing a bit here and there.
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