At last it’s Easter, and it feels too late for it, somehow. All the chocolate is in the fridge as the weather’s so baking hot. It could be June, or even August. The tulips are nearly all over, seedlings are frazzling and salad crops are bolting. I am happy for my family - all avid non-gardeners, as they are having a lovely time in the sunshine, but secretly and quietly (as it would never do to complain out loud about the sun shining) I am longing for some soft spring rain to fall on my bewildered garden.
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