It seems apt somehow that during the first week of a new year I should walk out into my polytunnel and be greeted with rows of tiny fresh green leaves.
The two seed leaves of the broad bean that were sown a few weeks ago and now reach upwards for the light, resembling miniature ancient Egyptian cats, fill me with hope.
They are the sign of birth and of nature’s cycle. I feel excited at the prospect of a new season of growth and longer days ahead, planning and raking, sowing and planting. I look forward to caring for the little plants until they are big, strong and healthy and can be harvested and cooked, their discarded pods added to the compost where they will decompose and finally be scattered onto the soil where their nutrients will nourish the next crop, completing the cycle.
Today I am smiling at nature’s gifts and patiently waiting for the coming weeks ahead and the joy and tranquillity they will bring. Today I am quietly reminded why I have such a love of gardening.