My marvellous Kent Claret vine ... I bought it from Victoriana Nursery to keep my ever-faithful calendulas company. Friend Wendy recommends the grapes for grape jelly.

Happy harvesting … my Great Auntie Bee's watercolour of farming life as it used to be, painted in 1950.

The creative mind in action … Coppicing days, Pheasants Coppice, Bishopsbourne.

History …In the garden of Serre de la Madonne, Menton. Seems I wasn’t the only admirer.

Happy birthday! ... My 50th Birthday Party 9th September 2010 at Jenny's, also with Hilda, Becca, Vittorio, Robin and Yvonne and Bianca - Caprese Michelangelo, Toscana. A very special day.

Birthday girl ... Mrs G picking flowers on the morning of her 80th Birthday, a few seconds before she realised that I had arrived.

The magic of March was not really the wild stormy conditions that overtured the first few days of this marvellous month. It's the sudden change that occurs in parks and garden, as Nature seems to rebel against the drabness of winter.

Suddenly, proof of the arrival of Spring springs up all around. And our passionate gardener-poet is certainly not blind to the magic, as his tribute to March magnificence reveals.

Roberto's recording of his poem is here, too.

March Daffodils

Pause
On the unstoppable flowery alchemies of March,
Rushing towards you everywhere you do not look,
Rest on these golden islands of warm little suns,
Until the summer comes,

Daffodils,
That arrived in blue battalions,
Boxing with the winds
That whips cheeks warm,

Celandines,
Glossy, show-stopping stars of the hedgerows,
Arms outstretched in final routine below break-dancing catkins.

Narcissi
In busy crowds, hanging onto themselves,
Going about their flowerings, no time to talk,

Primroses
Paler, wind-safer,
Walking us back to small, barefoot simplicities,

Aconites,
Fringed theatricals, understudying resting buttercups.

So forgive the daffodils in June
When they lie about the summer in rags,
Remember them with a March-framed mind.

It takes strength to throw winter over your shoulder,
And hours of flowers to prove that you have.

- Robert Graham

Roberto reads the poem, here ⇒⇒ ⇒⇒

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