>The air is strangely humid, there are clouds in the sky which we‘re not used to seeing here in May, and the recent rain has encouraged far too many weeds to grow. But at lunchtime today the garden was peaceful – the only sounds were the bumbling of bees, the ‘hooping‘ of hoopoes and the ‘get real‘ call of golden orioles.
As one of our neighbours said the other day as she walked past on the way to her garden, ‘C‘est un paradis‘ (it‘s a paradise). After a morning‘s work at my desk it‘s a place for unwinding, relaxing, contemplating the growing cycle of plants and enjoying the excitement of each season‘s produce. We feel lucky all the time to be living in Gabian, and in the garden we feel luckier still.