A meadow diary of spring ~

Our ‘not so’ secret garden

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‘Might I have a bit of earth? . . . ‘

The Secret Garden

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 ‘ And…just like that Spring arrived ‘

Our meadow is a little piece of paradise in the spring and summer. The ponies fondly call it home and so do we.

You will leave feeling more restored than when you first arrived, despite the probability of a tired body from pony care combined with the devotion to rural pursuits!

It’s a little like farming and gardening once the meadow transforms from bare to green.  Care must be taken to tend to it’s seasonal needs, harrowing the grassland, preparing spring fencing, tidying and refreshing from the now drying mud. It’s a real lifestyle choice running a meadow . . .  but oh how I love it so.

For a very long time, I hoped for such a place to keep my treasured ponies. It came along just at the right time and for the first time in my life, I leapt into confident action to stand a chance of making it mine.

It’s funny how a place can be become such a part of your life and identity. Spring is the time we bring our meadow back to life. Hanging baskets, plant pots, bunting. It may not be a ‘secret’ garden, but it’s our little slice of magic  . . .  and it just so happens to have four beautiful horses in it to make it perfectly complete.

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Our meadow river sparkling bright
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Sunlit mornings filled with light

 

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Blossom of the valley sways

 

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Feeding our precious robins each day

 

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”

The Secret Garden

 

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