March.
After months of dormancy, everywhere bustle, activity, noise.
Birdsong, breeze and bells on a Sunday.
Madness.
Outside all weathers. Hard work and preparation.
What we sow now our independent fragrance house will reap as reward come harvest. Aromatic stems and fragrant bouquet the promises of warmer months ahead.
We are growing ingredients to be worked into perfumes, olfactory compositions that sum up the great outdoors - now there’s something wonderful to hold on to as we endure early Spring chill.
Good for the soul, great for the mind.
Trudging, digging, pruning, picking, delicately lifting.
So much to do as the days stretch either end of the clock.
Sky gradually fades to pink to a steady beat of tweet reminding me there’s still just enough of the day to turn the soil one last time.
Good for the soul, great for strength.
What’s not to love?