A herald of spring and a tonic for body and soul.
The weather doesn’t feel as if it has moved forward at all, but the plants know. And they’re making me know. I can feel my throat and ears clog up and know the pollen season is upon us with a vengeance. If I can control that, I can put up and shut up just to be able to enjoy the summer to come.
Manuka and I have been friends for a long time. For years, from the age of about 10, I carried with me a staff of manuka which my Dad had cut for me. There’s no way in the world I can tell you why, just that I knew I needed it to accompany me on my explorations. It leant, nonchalantly waiting, in the corner of the porch by the front door. Ready for my next adventure.