I ask myself what is it all for, and why do we push ourselves against the natural order of things to garden?
I only have to walk this space, even in pouring rain, to find the answer.
Without doubt, I am a gardener. Those that walked before me have shown me the way. I belong in a garden, as did my Father and my Grandfather before me.
Spring will come but in her own time. When she is ready.
The gardener will be waiting, she just has to be patient :)