My short walk through the garden to feed my hens is always a pleasure but at this time of year everything is just 'bursting out all over' ! Every day roses are coming into bloom and everything is shooting. As Manley Hopkins says in his poem Spring-
" when weeds, in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush"
Some tidy people seem to feel an urge to chop back and tie up when seeing my lovely chaos but I ususally resist their logic.
Most days friends from our terrace lure each other into our gardens to see or smell a new flower that is ' just at its best'...