Just what the doctor ordered

As I'm poised to flip the page of my bluehillfarm calendar, I'm reminded that April has been the glorious turning point in the garden. Tiny seeds are germinating daily, frothy blossoms seduce with their fragrance and I can’t think for birdsong. 

Early this morning I spotted skylarks quivering high above the yellow stippled rape fields. In the sunlight I could almost see their shoals of lustrous notes bursting into flower on the crops below. 

Never mind that a marching army of ground elder is encroaching on the flower borders and that brambles taunt me with their thorny tentacles. That's just life!