I went to Sissinghurst gardens in Kent this weekend to see the early arrival of their spring bulbs and plants before the trees and shrubs began to take over. The idea was to enjoy a walk in the post winter - early spring garden and to contemplate on the season. It was more a trip to clear the air a bit and indulge in a little Zen meditation; the sort of thing is to relate to the bare trees and shrubs yet see the emrging foliage and enjoy the growth of the daffodils and other plants. I was also keen on taking some pictures for my writer's group web site and add some more to my google blog.
Naturally I met people with like minds and although I appreciated being a lone walker and watcher I was pleasantly surprised when people smiled and talked to me - maybe I look daft and they pity me - and this added to the pleasure of the visit.
Spring is yellow.
I also saw some lambs newly born wobbling on pipe cleaner legs and bouncing as joyfully as Tigger. I saw families enjoying the the day and bossy ten year old boys telling their dads how the world works; a couple hand in hand walking the muddy woodland tracks and volunteers smiling warm greetings.
And when I got home my cat came running.
Zen helped a lot.
