They say the early bird catches the worm.
It’s 7.00 am, it’s grey, it’s cold. The gardeners start to work and it feels like the world is sleeping.
It’s so deep silent and hard to begin. Little by little, the sun appears through the fog. What an amazing light around the pond!
The dew is still on the grass.
Birds start singing. The sun is here. When I see the garden on a morning like this, it makes working here a joy. It’s the pleasure of being a gardener!
Words and photographs by Martin