A Grumble and a Garden

So, life continues and spring slowly becomes summer. Almost always I feel contented and happy to spend time pottering (which I do frequently) and just generally being good and kind, creative and resourceful. Sometimes however, I feel unbearably sad and disillusioned; mostly at myself, for not being driven enough to escape from the safety-net of my decently paid but spiritually crushing job; but also about the world around us, the seemingly rapid decline of society in general.

Today it was announced on the news that yet another teenager in Britain has been murdered. I’ve lost count of how many times I have heard this same news in the last year. I am at an age where I am starting to feel a desire to have children – but how could I bring a child into this chaotic world? Sometimes I feel as though I just want to run away with my boyfriend and live on a farm somewhere very, very remote, away from 21st century life. The seemingly endless violence, and also the brutality of mankind towards nature.

This planet is a wonderful and beautiful thing. How tragic we will eventually destroy it.

Something that manages to distract me, for better or worse, is my garden. Here are some pictures I have taken during spring…

More pictures of the garden in summertime bloom to follow…