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The first day back in the greenhouse. Spring cleaning fever hit hard. There was so much to do, so much to organize and sort through and tidy up. Got rid of old broken pots and managed to clear some surfaces and the beds which were covered in winter debris- kids toys, leftover wreaths, fir boughs, dead potted plants that didn't survive the winter..

 

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Rescued some bulbs and laid them out to dry before I store them. Pulling them up from their pot was amazing. Their roots were so healthy and determined and plentiful and white.  

 

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Gathering up all the pots I found a dead little yellow bird. Walked up into the tall brambles with it on a spade and gently laid it down. 

 

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There's the new, there's the old, there's what's past and there's what's arriving. And there's also now, now, now, with the daffodils just perfect and the way they take up residence as if they lived there all the time. They make coffee, they hang out laundry, they throw open the windows to air the place out.