It's May. It's time to tidy winter's leavings, don't you think? Surely you can feel the warmth in the sun now. Isn't it just the thing to coax you into new growth?
I have to admit I'm longing for your soil to warm so we can really get to work, you and I.
I've plenty of seeds and there are tiny, hopeful plants already pushing themselves into green life on my dining room table. We owe it to them to make things ready, wouldn't you agree?
Be patient, you say? I know seeding and planting come in good time, but you see, it's been such a long winter.
I'm grateful for the delicate snowdrops you sent up last week when the snow seemed like it would never melt. They made me smile.
And come to think of it, my friend, these earliest of flowers must be a sign – a yawn – to let me know you heard me calling. Am I right?