Yesterday I sat having lunch 'al fresco' with long time friends; a gentle breeze helped cool us down a bit on the square where we sat while children(full of life and too much energy) ran amok in the fountains -and it reminded me of why I love spring. This is the time of year when life is bursting at the seams-everything seems invigorated and energised. Even the bees in my garden are fat with the pollen consumed from my roses-and we ask the question 'why would they want to make their hive in our entrance hall ceiling?'. Wouldn't you stick around if you were being so well supplied? Everywhere I look in my garden there is newness-my white stinkwood trees are covered in pretty new foliage. In celebration I even went off to the nursery to get baskets of fuschias to hang on my stoep-they are stunning! So for those who will read this the challenge is to go out and nurture something-not your kids-it will be both therapeutic and rewarding.Give it a go! Now all I'm waiting for is summers thunderstorms...
