The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God’s Heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
Dorothy Frances Gurney (1858 – 1932)
Fine words from Dorothy and I’m sure we all know how heavenly it can be to be in a garden. Lying on a picnic blanket, book in hand, dozing in the autumn sun?
No time for that, there’s work to be done! Mud maps to be made, ground work to be laid.
With the goal of harvesting in a matter of weeks, one will have to get a wriggle on.