There is a blithe moment in the gardening year when the frosts are past and all is in a state of becoming.
Nothing is dying or fallen, and little pruning is needed except to control exuberant growth.
Sweeping or tiding up is at its least insistent. And even the lawn seems not yet to grow so strongly.
That moment is sometime in early June when the breeze is gentle, and the garden seems suspended in
light.
