The blustery showers that have coloured the first days of May seem a long way from the May Day idyll; cottonwool lambs playing on a carpet of bluebells. But the rain is healing, it vaporises the earthy aroma of the soil for the breeze to blend with fresh green notes and heady wild garlic. Cow parsley shoots skyward, creating a soft haze at eye level along the banks. A perfect place to release worries to the wind and wander along the hedgerows. A baby bee on her maiden flight is investigating the kitchen, she has flown off course in her search for nectar. In response to her insistent buzz I open the door and send her on her way. It is a time of expectancy and delight, in May the garden is young, fresh and energising.
