Guerilla Gardener - This is so inspiring!!!

As the light changes

 "Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved?"

Every day I am in wonder and awe that we are here. As I write this, I sit with the window open a jar and I can hear the birds. Many different birds. Pigeons cooing, blue tits twittering, robins bobbing from branch to branch. The sky is blue and the trees sigh and rustle gently.
Across the green a stone cottage and a village pub, soak up the first of the sunlight. The daffodils are peeping out of their winter slumber. The grass is emerald. There are faint glimmers of Spring everywhere.

And one thing we have taken so much joy in since being here? Our little dog Sylvie. It is such a joy to walk our favourite walks with her and introduce her to special places that we have grown to love.

 

 

 

For the Lord comforts Zion;
    he comforts all her waste places
and makes her wilderness like Eden,
    her desert like the garden of the Lord;
joy and gladness will be found in her,
    thanksgiving and the voice of song.

Isaiah 51

Winter Scraps

Sylvie Puppy