This post is dedicated to my friend, Robbie, of Palm Rae Urban Potager and to the memory of her beloved dog Punk, who was her constant gardening companion.
The air is at once softer and more gentle, yet at the same time tentatively hopeful and new. The Crocus buds are fat and in bloom as Otto the cat and I tread the wet, mossy grass together and try to make sense of this unexpected, Spring- like day. Cautiously, we go into the greenhouse and wonder if we can trust in the moment and not be driven back indoors by a harsh, cold wind or a sharp, spiteful hailstorm. We take a little stroll and Otto scampers off to check out his favourite outdoor sleeping quarters and I rush around, full of joy. With not even a breeze blowing, the sun comes out and we both settle down, Otto to his battered velvet cushion in the greenhouse and I to the Kitchen Garden.
We both begin to stretch and shake off the shadows of Winter. The sky is blue and heavenly, and my little heart sings. If you want to know what that feels like then take a look at this beautiful little film showing some very special and happy dairy cows finding their freedom and going out to pasture after a long winter in the cowshed.
With much still to harvest in my Living Larder in the Kitchen Garden, I dig up all my remaining carrots and bring in my crop of baby Brussels Sprouts. I feel real gratitude for this day; for my companion Otto and for the difference he and a beautiful Spring day in the garden have made to my heart and soul.