Unfurling

I check each day, watching the unfurling. Spring is taking a few tentative steps forward and the air, but not yet the earth, enjoys a few warm days. It’s been flung back to winter temperatures as a cold southerly change blows through and we have frosts again.

The growing season is shorter here than in Sydney. It’s only regular observation that allows me to adjust my planting and fertilising times so my plants can flourish. I make mistakes and there are casualties but I feel optimism about the seasonal busyness in my garden.

My ideas are also unfurling. Half-formed thoughts are opening and spreading into firmer notions as I try to capture them in stories. My notebooks are in regular use as I jot sentences, paragraphs and pages. My brain is warming, as is the weather. Unfurling brings me freshness and clarity. Do you find that, too?