A different sunshine streams through the window. Its gentle caress warms the body and lifts the spirit.（註 1）
Gone now is the silence of winter. Bird song fills the air.
From within the trees and hedges, robins, finches and tits sing to their mates. Nests which only a few weeks prior lay silently dormant now echo with the sounds of life.（註 2）
And high above the house, between the chimney stacks, ravens come and go to the call of hungry little mouths.
It is said ravens mate for life. In spring, nature confirms its love and commitment.
I pull on my favourite green wellington boots, lift the latch of the back door and head outside. Spring is the time to return to the garden.（註 3）
There is much to do. As life returns, lawns need to be mowed, undergrowth cleared and weeds pulled. Hedges are trimmed. The earth is still soft from the rains.
As I move around the garden I am followed by robins singing a challenge. ‘This was my territory long before you arrived,’ they seem to say to me, displaying their bright red breasts with pride. If so, they would not be wrong. And I thank them for sharing with me this little slice of earth.
Last summer, whilst clearing behind the garage the overgrowth of many years, I discovered a small green house. Over several weeks a path to it was cleared. It was, and still is in a sorry state. The floor had collapsed, and a few planes of glass are missing. This will be one of my projects for the coming week.
This greenhouse will be a present to my wife. It will be her sanctuary, a place to grow the seeds we collected last year — chilli and bell peppers, plum and cherry tomatoes, cucumber and courgettes, and basil and coriander. She has planted some of these seeds already, in old egg cartons which are perfect for seedlings. But the kitchen window is getting rather full, and they deserve their own home.
Last year I also managed to salvage some timber from a nearby construction site. I intend to construct raised beds. Find new uses to what would otherwise be thrown away is particularly satisfying.（註 4）
Constructing raised beds is easy. Deciding where best to place them less so. Yet if we’re to get much use of them this year a decision will shortly have to be made. So as I trundle up and down the garden I keep half a mind on this. Where might they go? I wonder.
Gardening has, for me, been one of the real joys of my life in England. It is both a personal activity and a communal one. Everyone here seems to enjoy gardening. Along side caring for dogs, nothing better encapsulates the English psyche.
Even on cold and wet days, the body soon warms to working outdoors. To mould our very own slice of nature is deeply satisfying. It is about our most important relationship — a gardener does not create, but rather works with nature. In its imperfections we find surprise, wonder and, ultimately, beauty.（註 5）
A new year feels underway.
雖然有人說香港多一點人離開，可促進大陸改組人口兼換血；也有人說，有 BNO 早走早著。然而當真的有人考慮移民時，又有人很慌張，好像阿媽勸仔一樣：去了英國，吃不飽、穿不暖，20 年後你會後悔。
不過，英國作家勞倫斯（D. H. Lawrence）說：「我們的時代有太多的意識。我們知道得太多，但感覺得太少。」（Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.）
- 每一天的陽光，感覺都是不同的。作者覺得今日的陽光輕撫著身體，有提升精神之效。Stream 一字作動詞用，形象上有如流水。
- 這天透進來的陽光，因為四周的鳥鳴而賦予了新的意義。人人皆知小鳥叫做 Birds，但作者分類：Robins（知更鳥），還有一般的雀鳥（Finches），以及啁啾有聲的叫 Tits，正對牠們的朋友唱歌。