The rainbow has landed

 

and worked its magic

subtly, as in broad beans emerging,

last year's daffodils returning like a legion of Persephones,

and the transplanted hellebores looking small but elegant in their new home beside the back fence.

Jill takes a sensible and philosophical stance,

as do I when the odd (and intensely flavoured) raspberry appears in the middle of Winter

and Hildegard of Bingen visits my garden.

She considered herself 'a feather on the breath of God'.