Tree fragments

A perfectly sunny spring day. Not bad for January (the warmest temperatures on record), but alas, I couldn’t get up to the garden. I had research work to do, and lunch with Wendy in town. But I did get a vicarious pleasure out of picking up pea sticks on my return. I stalked through Hyde Park choosing the choicest straightest sticks lying at the base of the trees. That huge storm of a few weeks back have yielded a bounty of the things. Naturally it looked very, very odd; and so incongruous bringing back tree fragments to this completely sterile and modern building. They are in a heap at the front door. If all goes well and according to plan – I shall drive up tomorrow and plant them in the rows where the peas should go.  And tonight I shall write up notes from the Diary of a French Herb Garden by Geraldene Holt: An Englishwoman who has a large house and garden in the hills in the Ardeche.