Quiet gray days become quiet gray weeks... Unseasonably cold  as Lent passes slowly.

The first trays of peas and broad beans, planted out in a sheltered place and covered at night, are thriving and there is now a bright flowerbed shining sunset gold and sky blue .... Last autumn I scattered some veteran flower seeds and now have forget me nots.. and last summer's marigolds are among them.  Rich and full.

All else is slow now.

Evenings here bring a deep peace. Work done for the day, evening meal over and no one about.
But it is more than that. 

An intense quietude settles as the light starts to fade.  Birds nestle, all silences and a healing comes.